The Australian Haiku Society welcomes contributions from haiku poets worldwide to the AHS Autumn Equinox Haiku String.
We will be holding the String during the day of the Southern Hemisphere Autumn Equinox, which occurs in Australia this year on Friday, 20th March, 2020. The String will remain open for contributions until Sunday 22nd March to accommodate international poets who may wish to take part.
Please enter your haiku in the comments section below this post.
Haiku String – Instructions
AHS invites you to share with us your original, previously unpublished haiku or senryu on the theme of Relationships. We invite you to explore a multiplicity of ideas in the String without necessarily using the word ‘relationship’.
The haiku will be linked by the subject of Relationships. It is not necessary for each haiku to relate to the one before it.
- Please contribute up to three of your best previously unpublished haiku or senryu.
- Haiku should be posted in the comment box at the end of the post.
- Each poem posted must be original work by the poet making the post. Please include your name below each haiku as you wish it to appear.
Posting your work in the AHS Autumn Equinox String 2020 assumes the following:
Copyright of each haiku remains with the author. We request nonexclusive permission to publish your work on AHS website and to republish it in any future online collections on the AHS website.
she calls it off –
how quickly the sun
sinks
Rob Scott

barely perceptible
change in my breathing
the cat’s quiet chirp
Penny Szentkuti
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glasses clink
at the wake
the widow’s eyes brim
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her blank face
creases the pillow
grey headstone
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plucking daisy petals
she mumbles
he loves me…
Tom Staudt
arrival gate
they kiss
over the barrier
Tom Staudt
all alone
by the oak tree —
our special spot
Tom Staudt
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working from home
as the kettle boils
tensions simmer
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your side
of the bed–
cold
Philip Schofield
smart phones,
text agents of rejection–
I’ve been dumped
Philip Schofield
your old love letters,
their perfume rancid–
I burn them all
Philip Schofield
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our piled plates the beggar’s open hand
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