A note to poets entering this competition. Please include your name below your haiku. An email address will not be counted as a name. If you make a mistake when entering, please enter your work again, including a note.
Entries have now closed.
Welcome, haiku poets worldwide, to the Australian Haiku Society Winter Solstice Haiga Competition 2026. The competition starts today, 21 June, in Australia. It will be open for eight days, including today, to allow haiku poets in Australia and abroad to contribute their haiku. The competition will close at 1 am on 29 June ACST (Australian Central Standard Time). To avoid missing out, please ensure you have entered your haiku in good time, as the competition cannot be reopened once it closes automatically. Please read the guidelines carefully.
You are invited to write one haiku in response to the image by Wanda Amos.
Your name should appear on your entry as you want to see it on the website.
Enter one haiku only. Haiku entered should not have been published previously in print or online, including in discussion forums. If you make a mistake in your haiku, please post it again, including a note to disregard your first entry.
To enter, post your haiku in the comment box, together with your name. Scroll to the bottom of the page to find the comment box.
The winning haiku will be displayed on the AHS website.
By entering the competition, entrants agree to make their haiku available for display on the AHS website, although the copyright will remain with the author.
No correspondence will be entered into regarding winning entries.
Good luck and enjoy!
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shadowless shapes
looking through the window
for the source of life
Petar Denoble
letters from the front
the wind scatters
maple leaves
Radka Mindova
funeral day—
all healing tonics
in the recycle bin
-Hifsa Ashraf
glint of sunset
the old bottles huddle
hiding secrets
Swagata Soumyanarayan
bottle press
the density of shadow
holding winter
Joanna Ashwell
winter dusk. . .
all our memories
holding space
— Linda Ingram
Malevich’s black square
under X-rays
five bottles
Nara Wilson
B B gun…
knocking off bottles
one by one
Nancy Brady
Birds fly to the south.
Red leaves embrace cold ground.
Lonely dog howling.