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Volume XIV, Number 4: December, 2012
Haiku Pages:  1,  2,  3,  4,  5,  6,  7,  8,  9,  10,  11,  12,  Archives


 

  Editors' Choices

 

      autumn colors
      the scent
      of a match being lit

Michele L. Harvey
Hamilton, New York

 

      standing water 
      in the horseshoe pit
      summer's end

Tom Painting
Atlanta, Georgia

 

      lullaby of rain
      another pinch of saffron
      in the pumpkin soup

Alan Summers
Wiltshire, England




 

The Heron’s Nest Award

 

autumn colors
the scent
of a match being lit

Michele L. Harvey
Hamilton, New York

With the striking of that match, Michele Harvey commands our attention. She doesn't mention the sound, but we hear it. She doesn't tell us why the match was lit, but it sparks the memory of burning autumn leaves. With widespread laws against such burning, there may be some who've never experienced that unforgettable aroma. Regardless, this haiku encapsulates the essence of autumn. Nearly every sense is enlivened: the landscape brilliant with reds and oranges and yellows, the crunch of leaves underfoot, the touch of crisp frost in the air, the sound and scent of the match, the memory-scent that seems so real you can almost taste it. And that memory evokes so many others: pumpkin patches, homecoming games, fields of stubbled corn. And a golden, inexplicable melancholy that seems as much a part of autumn as all the rest.

  - Billie Wilson, December 2012, Associate Editor

 


 

 

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