Ten Haiku Poems
that place
in my heart
empty, for you
sipping
that first cup of coffee
setting the day's pace
I am the sun
dancing on your wall
my love language
my life in chapters
before you, with you
after you
loving being here
missing being home
the push-me-pull-you of vacation
just a whiff
humid fall morning
the scent of home
a lone cricket
pouring its heart out
autumnal lament
power reading
for book club
this Thursday
on every bridge
I find myself
looking for you
fulcrum point
green to golden
autumnal shift
Jennifer Gurney lives in Colorado where she teaches, paints, writes and hikes. Her poems have been published internationally, including 10 books of poems. Jennifer’s favorite acceptances were when Ars Nova turned her poem into a choral piece and performed it, a poem was chosen and printed on a yard sign in Washington, D.C., and when her poems were shown on movie theater screens in Perth, Australia. Her heart belongs to her friends and family and her cat, Adeline. But it also belongs to the mountains, the first spring rain, falling stars and sunsets on Lake Michigan. She has a freckle on the back of her hand, in the spot of her hometown, Kalamazoo. She longs for world peace, justice for those wronged and equality. Although she has written her whole life, at 62, she has finally known enough joy and enough sorrow to write a half-way decent poem, on occasion.
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