The Heron's Nest

Volume XVIII, Number 3: September 2016

Haiku — page 3

spring blossoms
sound of the creek
takes shape again

Padma Thampatty
Wexford, Pennsylvania

plumerias...
a conch shell pierces
the morning mist

Yesha Shah
Surat, India

as if his hand
remained in my hand—
sun-warmed stone

Kristen Deming
Bethesda, Maryland

spring wind
my granddaughter's magic wand
makes me young

Rebecca Drouilhet
Picayune, Mississippi

after three days the tulips riot

Hilary Tann
Schuylerville, New York

the end
of the beginning
pink petals swirl away

Carole Slesnick
Bellingham, Washington

when I was a tree
the light of new leaves
through my eyelids

Peter Newton
Winchendon, Massachusetts

spritz of perfume orangutan refugee

Cyndi Lloyd
Riverton, Utah

sweetgrass
the meadowlark weaves
a home

Marianne Paul
Kitchener, Canada

Easter
the red tail hawk
eats alone

Tyrone McDonald
Brooklyn, New York

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