Found Poetry

these things I love . . .
remembering with granny
when I was little

traveling light
sing with the wind . . .
why I wake early

a cup of sun
in some quiet place . . .
windows of thought

by Dan Hardison


DailyHaiga
June, 2020

The Gathering

The get together began with my grandparents as their children started families of their own. Everyone would gather at the home of one of the five brothers and sisters to share a meal and celebrate Christmas.

        slice of lemon
        and sweet tea over ice . . .
        southern accent

Families grew from generation to generation. Some moved away and others passed away. Word finally came that the family would no longer gather for Christmas. It is sad that this annual rite has ended, and that time and circumstance has separated us.

        familiar face
        yet the name slips
        away . . .

— Dan Hardison


Frogpond, vol. 43:2 spring/summer 2020

Sense of Time and Space Challenge

Haiku and image by Dan Hardison


Haigaonline - Sense of Time and Space Challenge
Vol, 21-1, Spring 2020

Watchman's Out

Life Cycles Challenge

Haiku and image by Dan Hardison


Haigaonline - Life Cycles Challenge
Vol, 20-2, Autumn 2019