The Australian Haiku Society welcomes contributions from haiku poets worldwide to the Autumn Equinox Haiku String 2023.
We will be holding this Haiku String during the day of the Southern Hemisphere Autumn Equinox, which occurs in Australia this year on Tuesday, 21st March 2023. The String will remain open for contributions until Thursday, 30th March 2023, to accommodate international poets who may wish to take part.
The string has now closed. Thanks to all the poets who generously contributed their work to this event.
Please enjoy the haiku!
Haiku String – Instructions
The AHS invites you to share with us your original, previously unpublished haiku or senryu on the theme of Change of season. We invite you to explore a multiplicity of ideas in the String.
Theme: Change of season
end of summer
thistledown caught
in a spider’s web
Jill Cartwright
The AHS invites you to share with us your original, previously unpublished haiku or senryu. The haiku will be linked by subject and theme. It is not necessary for each haiku to relate to the one before it.
1. Please contribute up to three of your best previously unpublished haiku or senryu.
2. Haiku should be posted in the comment box at the end of the post.
3. Each poem posted must be original work by the poet making the post. Please include your name below as you wish it to appear.
Posting your work in the AHS Autumn Equinox String 2023 assumes the following:
Copyright of each haiku remains with the author. We request nonexclusive permission to publish your work on the AHS website and to republish it online at any future time.
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hurricane season
the same politician
promising homes
tropical winter again
my grey hopes
become green
summer games
we blow dandelion puffballs
a cypsela shower
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Autumn Spent in a Foreign Country
I think of distance
when the red sedum blossoms,
tall gifts of summer.
Welcoming cool winds,
fading flowers to golden,
I hear your far voice.
The blossoms are gone
now, in time and memory.
You still call me home.
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blossoming for bees
flowers full of beckoning
relays of kindness
tainted by old time,
confused trees half-red, half-green…
new climate, new rhythms
dreams unheard
and then the leaves fall –
are new fortunes born?
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season’s end
one last butternut
swaddled in straw
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welly boot walk
sliding furrows
through fallen leaves
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autumn blush
virginia frames
a stained glass window
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sundown
the sweet scent of
cut grass fading
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blue-grey
a breeze picks up
to rattle the poppy seeds
*
into long grass
the shiny black back
of a beetle
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