teatime
a noodle dangles
from the magpie’s beak
Nathalie Buckland

Autumn Equinox Haiku String
The recent AHS Autumn Equinox Haiku String attracted a record number of contributions of which we are most grateful. As usual, haiku came from near and far around the globe, including our first offering from China-which is fantastic. If you wish you can revisit the Haiku String here.

It is with pleasure that I am able to report on our Autumn gathering since the December meeting went unreported due to various issues that prevented our normal modus operandi.
Fortunately, despite the current very unpredictable weather, we were able to gather on the balcony of Margaret’s home amid the very calming space she has created with her ever growing collection of potted greenery.
We had a full complement of members and were very happy to welcome a visitor, Rita Potente, who is new to haiku and we hope will join us for future meetings. Reversing our usual format we enjoyed haiku readings from the haiku bowl while we enjoyed morning tea and some of Margaret’s freshly made carrot cake, then it was down to business.
Continue reading “Illawong Haiku Group Autumn Meeting Report”
The Australian Haiku Society welcomes contributions from haiku poets worldwide to the Autumn Equinox Haiku String.
We will be holding this Haiku String during the day of the Southern Hemisphere Autumn Equinox, occurring in Australia this year on Saturday, 20th March, 2021. The String will remain open for contributions until Sunday 28th March to accommodate international poets who may wish to take part.
The Haiku String has now closed. Thank you to all the poets and please enjoy the contributions.
The annual New Zealand Poetry Society Competition including sections in Haiku for Open and Junior categories is open for submissions. Guidelines and further information can be found here.
March 13th 2021
On our arrival for catch-up and coffee we were slightly daunted by a brief downpour. This obligingly ceased precisely at our regular ginko set-off time of 10:30. The glossy leaves of cloud-shaped bushes, neatly trimmed, glistened with small raindrops; and white crocuses lined one edge of the pathway. Jotting and silence prevailed, apart from waterfall tumble and the voice of a very young child telling her mother how much she loved the word ‘igneous’, her favourite type of rock.
