Haiku by M.J. Iuppa

Blowzy white globes
glow on twilight’s lawn.
Summer’s constellations.

Gold sleigh bells hang
Over the fireplace mantle
A garland of sound

Old sled, sentinel
by the entrance– snow covered boots
stop there, dripping


Warm July night
fireflies flicker in woods
minor constellations

Floating aimlessly
inside a tear
Lost eyelash

Campfire stirred by
whispered ghost stories~
embers glow, brighter.

M.J.Iuppa lives on a small farm near the shores of Lake Ontario. Her most recent poems have appeared in Poetry East, The Chariton Review, Tar River Poetry, Blueline, The Prose Poem Project, and The Centrifugal Eye, among others. Recent chapbook is As the Crows Flies (Foothills Publishing, 2008) and second full length collection, Within Reach, (Cherry Grove Collections, 2010); Forthcoming prose chapbook Between Worlds (Foothills Publishing) She is Writer-in-Residence and Director of the Visual and Performing Arts Minor program at St. John Fisher College, Rochester, NY.