Quinn’s Twenty-Third Haiku

The wild moon is caught

In the dragon’s smoky eyes;

The sun in his breath.

Morgan Posts: the Ninth

Twelve days of Christmas

Useless gifts my true love gives.

I sold the rings though.

Quinn’s Twenty-Second Haiku

The air is perfumed

With the ocean’s salty scent.

At last I can breathe!

Quinn’s Twenty-First Haiku

Winter-white pixies

Perform their swirling ballet

Among the tall trees.

Quinn’s Twentieth Haiku

Christmas carolers:

I have to fight the strong urge

To throw eggs at them.

Quinn’s Nineteenth Haiku

There’s a calm stillness

In the air, despite the sound

of rushing traffic.

Quinn’s Eighteenth Haiku

Under the full moon

My body shifts and changes.

I let out a howl.