solidarity sukkah—
the dust settles
into willows branches
rubble dust setting sun before time
The Pan Haiku Review, issue 6, Autumn/Winter 2025
https://www.callofthepage.org/the-pan-haiku-review/
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Lingering shadows
The cold wind shrinks me within the pashmina shawl during my morning walk in a park. I am not ready for this unexpected weather in Spring. I walk carefully on a curved cobblestone trail that is half covered in moss. In the distance, cumulus clouds are brewing the storm deep in their bellies. Some old fears resurface from my mind, freeze my steps, and hold me back. The sudden cawing nudges me back to my senses. I sit down on a nearby rusty bench for a while before I go back home.
distant thunder—
a white feather clings
to the fence
Pan Haiku Review issue 5 haibun & tanka-bun edi on part two Summer 2025 ed. Alan Summers
The cold wind shrinks me within the pashmina shawl during my morning walk in a park. I am not ready for this unexpected weather in Spring. I walk carefully on a curved cobblestone trail that is half covered in moss. In the distance, cumulus clouds are brewing the storm deep in their bellies. Some old fears resurface from my mind, freeze my steps, and hold me back. The sudden cawing nudges me back to my senses. I sit down on a nearby rusty bench for a while before I go back home.
distant thunder—
a white feather clings
to the fence
https://www.callofthepage.org/the-pan-haiku-review/



