EN340 / IN350 Global Haiku Tradition
Dr. Randy Brooks
Millikin University PACE November 2004
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Julie Edmonson

Over the last five weeks, I have learned how so few words can be so powerful. The haiku I have written mostly come from memories. I plan to continue writing haiku to capture those special moments in my life.


the phone call
always ends
        I love you

smell of pine
candy canes
barely hanging on

she spells her name
missing a letter



late night
she falls asleep
in her book

dimmed lights
blue eyes
looking at me



smell of pine
lights aflicker

         watching their breath
         as they sing

footprints heavily
in the snow
big and little

         chapped lips
         rosie cheeks
         one reaches for lip balm

songs from the heart
bright smiles

         the fire crackles
         cozy toes
         a night full of faith

Jan Runion & Julie Edmonson

Spitler Woods Park Ginko

crisp air
trees almost

beneath the trees
children swing
up to heaven

naked stems
flowers yearn
for buds

frail grass
as we walk

branches against blue sky
birds starting to sing
morning unfolds

autumn breeze
early morning frost
fog lifting

barren land
full of dormant creatures
longing for spring

down the path
fallen branches
snap under our feet

cool morning air
red cheeks
frozen fingers

sitting on the old log
writing out thoughts
our teeth chatter

frost covered earth
our footprints
follow us

Julie Edmonson, Jan Runion & Jill Doyle


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