The Missouri Poet Laureate Haiku Project

Andrea Brookhart

Bayleigh Guidry

Scot D.Young

John Peterson

John Peterson

root cellar

bulb blooming

toward the knot hole

Frank Higgins

Moon strides across sky

stars follow in a slow dance

taking nightly bow.

Janet Banks

Jazz  is  the  fire  that

lights  Kansas  City's  tired  streets

but  the  smoke  is  sweet.

Stanley Banks

missing teeth  

of the Venetian blind

spilling sunlight  

Cameron Morse

snap fractures in snow

hidden shells of wooden stems

ice cuckoo cackles

David Kean

Haiku From Missourians

Owl in the night speaks

its question, its insistent

answer to darkness.

Tish Reeves

foggy morning chill

through the maple's broken branch

a thread of sunlight

     Maryfrances

Country gravel roads,

a rock powder plume flying,

our truck heads homeward.          

     John Peterson

I never had a

black cloud hanging overhead

but damn the red ones

     Scot D. Young

Lantana Bushes

Stone Porch Sentinels

Fluttering Monarchs

     Silvia Kofler

Leaf blower buzzes,

then stops. Our creek still gurgling,

redstarts still chirping.

     Richard Newman

Long gravel paved trail

One lonely beaver hiding

in the gold marshes

     Rhonda Straw

once lofty acorn

buried under autumn leaves

awaiting new birth

     Matt Zion

Ice clarifies a cut

A crack in the surface not

Cold hands from cold love.

     Em Fitzgerald

     Conway, Mo

     Lutie School District

We balance the sun

Red ball recedes to end day

Promising the night

     Rick Christiansen

dust never settles

goldenrod bows to winter

on a red dirt road

     Scot D. Young

the meadow lost its

ocean of wildflower bloom

the iris head down

     Robin Schofield

     12th Grade – Lutie

Half moon in a jack pine

Each time I look

There is more of you.

     Walter Bargen

     Ashland

the black beaked raven

soaring and circling above

an omen of death

     Lilly Anna Flygare

     Gade 9 – Lutie

Corn is on the row

black soil nurtures deep its roots

harvest in the fall.

     Arlin Byert

Autumn haiku

Lacy veins crackle

Emerald fades to ocher

Bare branches shiver.

     Stacey Portillo

On closer look,

relief: only a red

shop towel in the street.     

     Robert Stewart

Raindrops on the screen

nature's diamonds hung snugly

scattered randomly.

     Anne Farmer

Hurry winter.  

The landfill is a mountain

needing snow.

     Robert Stewart

Half moon in a jack pine

Each time I look

There is more of you.

     Walter Bargen

Lacy veins crackle

Emerald fades to ocher

Bare branches shiver.

     Stacey Portillo