dust motes . . .
the worn patches
on his saddle
robinsong . . .
the scent of earth
newly warm
awakening
to find myself grown
out of this skin . . .
will you recognize me
each time I am reborn
acquainted
with the ocean's rhythms
a dolphin
carries me on its back
to my home among stars
Please note that the results of the 2016 British Haiku Society Awards also appear in this issue. Commentaries may be viewed in the British Haiku Society post of April 15, 2017 on this blog.
Tanka Section
tracks of birds
meander through snow . . .
the surgeon
marks her left breast
with a cross
1st Place
impossible
to hold the light
of mercury . . .
your memory
slips away
Runner-up
Haiku Section
harsh winter
squirrels gnaw the tines
of shed antlers
Special Mention
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