Haiku of the Week

Part IV of the Summerween series.

pumpkin spiced latte
ber months around the corner
Halloween echoes

Monthly Haiku Corner – August

Just returned from Midsummer Scream, a Halloween and horror convention that takes place in Long Beach, CA every year, and I’m all ready to keep the celebrations going! I’m not the only one. Technically we still have another month before the official Halloween season starts, but preparations start now. So, what happens when a group of pumpkins on their way to the Halloween bash get lost at beach? Let the shenanigans begin! This month’s theme is Summerween!

overly anxious
let’s get this party started
summerween

Haiku of the Week

It’s been a long, hot summer, but we’re three days away from the ‘Ber months and the official start of the Halloween season. The theme in August has been Witch’s Halloween Spellbook. Hopefully, we’ve all had a chance to cast our spells for everyone to have a blessed, joyous, and safe Halloween season.

mortar and pestle
a spell for October nights
summer’s end in sight

Monthly Haiku Corner – June

Three things remind me of June, cherries, delicious bit size fruit, great for milkshakes and pie; camping, which is not my cup of tea, but certainly makes for great stories; and werewolves. The werewolf, a terrifying beast that hides deep in the forests, waiting for its next victim. Is this creature part of nature’s evolution or an abomination from Hell? Our theme this month is a werewolf summer.

red cherries so sweet
in the graveyard at midnight
a werewolf summer

Monthly Haiku Corner – August

This is the time of year we call Summerween. Ghosts are visiting empty pools. Witches are gathering their brewing tools, and insects…well, they’re doing whatever icky thing insects do. Yes, it’s sticky outside and if heat doesn’t kill us, or Covid, the nighttime creeps on the prowl surely will. Our theme this month is Summerween.

dirty leaf-filled pool
even ghosts like to swim
summerween

Haiku of the Week

Our theme this month is campfire creatures.

musty pine cabin
a beast roams the campgrounds
summer’s first moon