In their own words
I am a retired sales executive and writing has filled many boring hours of business travel. Haiku, senryu and other short poetry forms imposes brevity in transforming a thought or event into a few syllables, something that has served me well over the years.
As a lifelong observer of nature, I always draw strength and inspiration from the simplicity that I see in nature.
Tanka is providing a new and different challenge of expression
sharp acrid wood smokewafts around a plodding mulegrinding sugar canehornets fly from far awaydrawn to the smell of sweet juice
a front porch swing swaysas a creaking rusty chainslowly oscillatescrickets sing in harmonythings seen and heard, never told
breeze rippled riversunlight happily dancingon undulationsa loon chick peacefully sleepson a parent's bobbing back
goldenrod undercanopy of red sumaca wall of colorwith the first snow of winterblossoms will bow to the earth
snow gently coversdark towering lofty peakswith a bridal veila softly undulatinggarment of pristine beauty
stillness of the nightdisturbed only by the winda desolate roomI hear you whisper my namebut I cannot answer back
cows nod sleepilyunder oak trees gentle shadethen a silent callmilking time has just arrivedslowly rise in unison
lifetime of hard worketched in the dark ruched skina leathery facewith serenity that glowsfrom honesty and calmness
glass of chardonnayawaits as I try to forma thought in my mindthen suddenly it's spillingon the paper, through my pen
a dark ruddy faceeyes shirred by the burning sunstained straw hat for shadewhite salt lines on a work shirtfarmer at peace with the world
gnarled twisted brancheshandful of succulent pearsabandoned orchardonce tended by caring handsnow also twisted and gnarled
undulating wavesawaken dim memoriesprimeval heartbeatocean assails the sensesfilling the voids of my soul
backlit morning suntranslucent beryl green skysultry summer heatlow distant growl of thunderheralds an approaching storm
cold winter eveningfather thumbs seed cataloguesknowing all alongwhen spring planting time arriveshe will have been laid to rest
tumbling mountain streampurling around polished stonessins with happy songlanguage understood by nonemessage understood by all