ULLA CONRAD
JULI HAIKU 2023
Flintstone in my hand –
with it as a portal
I tap into old times
Raindrops tapping
on the forest canopy –
shiatsu massage
Summer rain –
on my local round barrow
grows new grass
OLE BUNDGAARD
The ax splits the wood
the night sweeps across its star
I look at my hand
(November 3rd)
The melancholic
ravens wait for night to come
for here they belong
(November 10th)
An early morning
sitting looking out over
the sea’s grey silence
(November 14th)