Food Haiku

By Joan Harris

Boiling water poured
over fresh ground coffee beans 
Arom-a-larm clock

Peppermint mornings
and cinnamon afternoons
Breath of equinox

Two lone cherries hang
from a branch near the bike path
Well, not anymore

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About Joan Harris

I’m an old soul in a (sort of) young body, a retired nurse-turned poet.  I love life’s simple pleasures: homegrown tomatoes, hanging out my laundry, and watching fireflies at dusk.  I reside in Yellow Springs, Ohio with my husband, two spoiled pit-mix pups, and an orange tomcat named Peaches. When I’m not writing, you’ll find me engrossed in a real paper book or listening to jazz.  My poetry has appeared in local magazines and an anthology, and been read on our public radio station, WYSO.

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  1. Posted January 2018 at 7:06 pm | Permalink

    Perfect!

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  • By DOING THE HAPPY DANCE! – JUST JOAN 42 on December 2017 at 1:14 am

    […] LITERAL LATTE just released their Winter 2017 issue, featuring Yours Truly in the poetry section.  I submitted a trio of Haikus back in March and recently learned they took first prize in the Food Poetry Contest!  Check them out HERE. […]

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