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Haiku Corner 2020

We would like to say a big thank you to all of the participants who shared their poetry with us in 2020.

Please keep sending your haiku each week so that we can all get together and strengthen the ties of our community through haiku.

Haiku of the Week - Gallery

Haiku of the Week - Poems


Week 27 (7 - 11 December 2020)

 winter sun

the rain-soaked garden

full of sparkles


Annie Bachini

Week 25 (23 - 27 November 2020)


In all our seasons
to have a kind family
is always a treat

Shapes magnificent,
forever changing colours,
depend on weather

Esme Alice Blue
Aurora B. Blue



A world hidden from
Everything silently sleeps
Butterfly hides best

heaven’s evidence
cicadas and evening sun
autumn leaves stasis

Martha Iris Blue
Jules K. Blue

Week 24 (16 - 20 November 2020)

  bush tail, tiny feet
rush to gather winter stock
little squirrel friends

Sen T

Week 23 (9 - 13 November 2020)

  My cigarette smoke
Joins the scent of earth and rain
As I watch leaves fall

Eric Holbrook

Week 22 (2 - 6 November 2020)


how much rain
can my hands hold aloft
until my eyes fill

On a full, blue moon
witches whispered of lockdown,
two metres apart

Jim the Poet
James Stephen


Week 21 (26 - 30 October 2020)

  Autumn leaves
Autumn leaves us
Winter comes cold.
Freeze us.

Polena Barbagallo

Week 20 (19 - 23 October 2020)

  tears drop like dewdrops
even amidst my dreaming
i wipe and row on

Iona Mandal

Week 19 (12 - 16 October 2020)

 Wipers swishing rain
Hope over expectation
English holiday

Peter Jordan

Week 18 (5 - 9 October 2020)

 October brings rain
And news a friend is dying
Window streaked with tears


Week 17 (28 September - 2 October 2020)


East End walking tour
Mickey Goldtooth fires a gun
Pie mash and liquor

Leaves swirl and scatter
Dancing away from my broom
Autumn's playful wind

Peter Jordan
Thomas Connolley


Week 15 (14 - 18 September 2020)

Darting silhouettes
beyond the blue mottled sky
Swallows migration

Sue Henderson

Week 14 (7 - 11 September 2020)

Lines of wind chimes tinkle
in a mountain temple
beginning of autumn

Asa Hanada

Week 13 (31 August - 4 September 2020)

Rush hour commuter
stopping to give rough sleeper 
an orange


Ceci Chui

Week 12 (24 - 28 August 2020)

Rain blots on dry earth
A polka dot path to walk
The downpipe gurgles


Sue Henderson

Week 11 (17 - 21 August 2020)

Standing crooked yet tall
An audience of green and brown
The old trees of Kew


Simon Agar

Week 10 (10 - 14 August 2020)

a summer cloud says
I should be in distant lands
shutters disagree



Week 9 (3 - 7 August 2020)

little white petals
floating down the river of time
a midsummer's dream



Week 8 (27 - 31 July 2020)

Face muscles twitching
Smiling back at waving child
She sees only mask


Simon Agar

Week 7 (20 - 24 July 2020)

Complicated life
Trauma death sadness strife
We soldier on we fight


Louise Hooley

Week 6 (13 -17 July 2020)

listening to the rain

an old cat sleeps out

her last day


Paul Griffiths

Week 5 (6 -10 July 2020)

the new crescent moon
like a fish hook in the sky
snagging passing clouds


Michael Galley

Week 4 (29 June -3 July 2020)

in the open space
where the lavender pot was
scurry of beetles


Annie Bachini

Week 3 (22-26 June 2020)

June rains
child counts buses
through the foggy window


Ceci Chui

Week 2 (15-19 June 2020)

forest walk
every tree branch
reaches out for hug


Asa Hanada

Week 1 (8-12 June 2020)

A cold, blue silence.

The young apples touched with dew,

Mirror our damp cheeks


Gemma Bartram

Week 0 (1-5 June 2020)

Hope always rises

writing a shopping list

will there be flour?


Jenny White

More Selected Haiku


Week 27

Power lines pop and
sizzle in the misty air.
Industry's dawn chorus.

Thomas Connolley

When I talk to you
I feel as if I am
A running tap


 Hastening silver arrow
Flying in the azure sky
A family of homing geese

Xia Marn Marn


Week 25

To be afraid
of falling down a waterfall
is the better choice

Esme Alice Blue

across the night sky
grey clouds drift silently by
stars switch on and off

Michael Galley

 Night fog shrinks my world
To the gap between lampposts.
Each light a bauble.

Thomas Connolley


Week 24

seeing the purple
worn curtains of my spring mind
closed to the cold moon

Matthew Birch

after you are gone
can your presence still remain
tethered by your scent?

Michael Galley

 The crescent moon smiles
crookedly between high clouds.
A muntjac deer barks.

Thomas Connolley

cracked by nature
water erodes our grounding
to start a new dam

Sue Henderson





Week 23

just before harvest
heavy stalks of golden corn
bow their heads and sigh

Michael Galley

i open my eyes
to a misty countryside
book drops, I am lost

Iona Mandal

 geese migrating south
man attempts border crossing
to sanctuary

Bill Johnston

Under every bridge
the child screams her own name,
a coypu bristles.

Matthew Perkins

chickens by the roadside;
too much for a person to bear,
a boy with stained teeth.

Matthew Perkins

with exquisite grace
white cranes of shining silk fly
round your kimono

Michael Galley

A single leaf stays
On the willow's highest branch.
More gales tonight.

Thomas Connolley




Week 22

Clocks turn back an hour
Our lives now even darker -
We will get through this!

Pat K

in wagon wheel ruts
snow slowly turning to ice
glaciers are born

Michael Galley

 Rising Halloween moon
no trick or treat
Hope shining in dark October sky

Fay Okita

what is beneath
the leaf that you didn’t
turn over

Jim the Poet

Late on Guy Fawkes' Night-
No bonfires, no fireworks.
Stars in their thousands!

Thomas Connolley

Sun ray through last leaf
season change, as do our hearts.
Close the door again

Sue Henderson

 Nature's resin art
fallen leaves scatter
in a rain puddle

asa hanada




Week 21

Cycling home at night,
I stop to watch the half moon.
Cheek kissed by the breeze

Thomas Connolley

Darkness until spring
Hope drenched as leaves wither
Border remains closed

Alexander Patton



Week 20

Shorter, darker day
prepare an hour for winter.
farewell Summer Time

Sue Henderson

Composing haiku
A distraction at breakfast-
Burnt the toast again

Thomas Connolley

Blackbird acrobats
Snatch the rowan's red berries
A flying circus

Thomas Connolley


Week 19

Sharp is the morning sun light
Brightens the cold air
Kissing brown leaves of wise oak trees

Maria Thieme

winter morning
tossing snow here and there
a maddened wind

Albert Schlaht

poem on the underground
stifled by a mask
my breathing calms

Annie Bachini


Week 15

An old sleeping dog
opens its non seeing eye
looks and shuts it again

Peter Jordan

Our love is hanging from a washing line
dripping with passion and kisses wintry winds
dried with the first glimpse of June




Week 13

to the autumn winds
dead leaves rise and spring to life
a dancing cyclone

Iona Mandal

Learning to make peace…
beneath the ripples
shimmering koi

M. Y



Week 12

Summer chooses blue
And creates with sea and sky
A changing canvas

Marion Plumb

Snow on the gate
I hadn’t noticed autumn
He is gone

Rachel William

 The thousands of ways
My small unremarkable tasks
Say I love you

Rachel Williams

Autumn leaves fall down
Many people pick them up
And they fall in love

Francesca Kearney

The season changes
No eyes to see the colour
Since virus outside

Ninja Cyborg



Week 10

brilliant orange
summer sunset
already gone

Paul Griffiths

Ripened harvest cut
coming home to join us all
The football concludes

Sue Henderson



Week 9

The sun-bleached months
Coffee cups and river walks
Visions of her hair

Chris Francis

Splashes of colour
among the tall grass waving
myriad butterflies


Tu me manques
Phoenix under le soleil
You're missing from my days


First day of marriage
Fluffy summer clouds
Perfectly shaped

asa hanada

 a warm summers day
I put on my late dad’s boots
to write poetry

Paul Conneally



Week 8

the pages flip
through my white thoughts
—afternoon breeze

Paul Griffiths

The twilight years now spent
Our time is done
Our last race is run

Trevor Skingle

Films to watch this week.
The Shining? The Exorcist?
...Maybe neither



Week 7

cherry blossom gone
blackbirds looking smugly plump
on the street, just pips

Mike Barrett

Blackberry bramble
Sharp spikes around my ankle
Fruit pie for dessert

Katie Meek

new neighbours
a thrush looks up at the feeder
no longer there

Annie Bachini


Week 6

just enough breeze
to sway the hanging baskets
full of pansies

Annie Bachini

Many empty chairs
An unwanted guest arrives
So Quiet in the gloom

Doug Evans

The morning chorus
Fresh notes escape each bird throat
Warbling the new day

Nina Vinther

5886 miles and 8 hours apart...
his daily morning commute
into her sweet dreams





Week 5

first hot day
boys chasing pigeons
to make them fly

Annie Bachini

Green leaves come to view
When eyes open in the morn
Then always a screen

Simon Agar

little yellow tarts
too delicious for my heart
down with food coma


In running water
long-beaked herons and egrets
waiting for breakfast

Michael Galley

seasons slowly slide
green leaves growing brown and dry
wood smoke in the air

Michael Galley

Under rain soaked eaves
I ponder my journey
Sunshine fills my cup 

Origin Sake

first meeting
online friend and I
gift each other tea


strips of coloured paper
dancing in the July breeze
the sound of the wind chime


Raindrops on hydrangea
a kaleidoscope of
blue watercolours

asa hanada


Week 4

Suddenly I saw
Perfection of the world
in a single rose

Patricia Mooney

Cushioned cocoon ends
Jobs cut. My lifeline severed.
Face future with hope

Angie Chan

Hedgehog then a fox
trot by two metres apart
Caught on night camera


Long days and quiet nights
neighbours bask in the sun
balcony envy


Night-time blues linger
scrolling into the depths
of new normal dawns




Week 3


A nightingale
sings into solitude
like never before

Yoko Dochi

locked down for three months
the old computer and I
not compatible

Annie Bachini

Birds in my nowhere mind.
Why the heavy heart?
River sliding silently by.

Damon Rawnsley



A murder of crows.
In the absense of people
nature regains strength.


Bonds of friendship bloom
Crafted layers of beauty
Like a summer rose

Gemma Bartram

Cherries, untasted.
Ripen, fall. Wasted. This year?
Red juice, sticky chins. Cherries




Week 2

yellow dahlia
one flower faces
away from the sun

Annie Bachini

Social distancing.
Our nation brought closer
through support and hope

Dominic Seymour

Faces on a screen
Arms empty as autumn trees
Spring will dawn again

Gemma Bartram

Gliding silently.
Slipping through many past lives.
Moment to reflect.

Chris Loughlan

Oh scrawny carrot
You'll never know the Spring
You've put in my step

Chris Arning

Our quiet rest.
Has now passed. Chaos renews.
We are all shopping.

Simon Agar

hanami transcends
for they who trust come and go
a blue sky remains

hanami transforms
for they who seek atonement
the blue sky will come

Sue Henderson



Week 1

Summer light draws down
Mint green nails working slowly
On the coffee cup

Chris Francis

Beauty is not seen
by the weary traveller
till now, time stands still

Christoph Sills

Rain sprinkles
Dampening dry ground
Earth fragrance 

Thaisa Hopkins

as sunlight slants
across the side of a fence
are footsteps lonely?

Alan Summers

Another sunrise
Birds chatter bells ring bees sing
Where did the planes go?

Jane Varnus

I cannot see this.
Things that I could never see.
Now see differently

Chris Loughlan

the white butterfly
in variegated ivy

Annie Bachini

There is still one thing
More contagious than Covid
Smile, kindness and love

Rachna Chowla

Carpet of bluebells
Rolling out before each step
Muddy footprints hide

Kate Lawrence

Shine on the same moon.
Sleepless swelling tide.
Mika is on the other side of the world.

Damon Rawnsley

June, Mother’s birthday.
If only she could see it.
Covid came to call.

Margaret Gordon


The fallen blossom
I am without the spring
waiting for summer

Lizzie (Elizabeth) Parkes

the sweetness
of his shampooed hair...
daily video call

Ceci Chui

masks from a dear friend
arrive in the post

Asa Hanada

Autumnal dew
streams down with longing
in my strawberry icecream

Alicia S. Fernandez