September Haiku

Featuring haiku and short poems by local writers and artists. This show ran from September 2 to October 4, 2024.

Haiku September: a new poem by a local writer each day.
Art in neighborhood, Beauty on a wooden board, Hope it brings a smile. By: J.
Gag, what is that smell! Oh Shady, why on the rug? Cat shenanigans. By: Aunt Mitty
The Gorge: Speckled sun beams through / a humid hazy valley / a turgid trailhead. By: Kat Gillespie
Internet = chaos. Mind on internet = chaos. Still, I open and scroll. By: Amy Talbott
With a park top view, around a park side playground, skunk live right nearby. By: J.N.
Starlings gather 'round a pizza slice from the trash. Fighting - or sharing? By: Amy Talbott
Celebrate today / No matter what the reason / It's your holiday. By: @thedavidmayshow
Each Epic Entity / Entitling Everyone / Entiring Either Ethos / Enabling Esoterica Enroute By: J. Sachs, @hobrochromosphere
Cincinnati Horizon Highway curves and slopes. A Midwestern queen, revealed! The valley sparkles. By: Amy Talbott
No amount of prime Kentucky bourbon can change It's geography By: Savannah Windham
My favorite color isn't just green. It's dappled sunlight through leaves green. By: Beth
My Grandfather's hands moving over red cedar always looked so old.
A drive faraway, to Glencoe. Sparta. Warsaw. But in Kentucky. By: Amy Talbott
broken next to you i am whole when I'm alone with my cats and dog By: Cookie
Possum-petting one day, hiking a mountain the next: perfect weekend. By: Beth
Summer Sylvia: Cheeks like ripe red tomatoes and blueberry eyes. By: R.L.
Soon I'll be sixty! Time flies when you're having fun. Best years are to come. By: Aunt Mitty
Sweet florals. Spicy leaves. I wish I had better words for exquisite scents. By: Amy Talbott
Frost startles seedlings, the last bird greets the first bat. I live, thrive, in between. By: Brie Logsdon
Summer in retreat. The chill of fall in the air. Now, breathe and relax. By: J.N.
Days are long, years are short, but time with you, with nothing to do, is a gift. By: Beth
Bluebird in a tree. Loki chirrups thru the glass. Ha! Never get me! By: Aunt Mitty
Daves Morning Spin spin for breakfast then a walk to sniff the smells naps and toys oh boy By: FW Corbett
A familiar place made new: everything aglow now that I know you. By: RL
Late night craving calls. Refrigerator empty. Sad walk back to bed. By: FW Corbett
Cats roam the streets, dogs faithful to family. Runners run along. By: J. N.
Slight chill in the air Pumpkin spice latte in hand Bring on Halloween. By: @thedavidmayshow