Under the Bashō 2025
Haiku

Editor: Marilyn Ashbaugh

skinny-dipping alone I sing a cicada’s song

Father’s Day
after the storm has passed,
a cool breeze arrives

cirrus clouds –
stretching the sky
of my mood

two praying mantises
perform a love dance-
one headless

cloud hills–
between sips of tea
the smell of petrichor

first snow
jet engines add a white line
to the clouds

through bare trees
the shallow sky
of January first

felled bird
the presence
of lost song

tent life
waking up
in water

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Joshua St. Claire