tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11660576.post112691950739114956..comments2007-11-17T15:18:07.058-08:00Gabi Grevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16362456518166174106noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11660576.post-78269734855435698872007-11-17T15:18:00.000-08:002007-11-17T15:18:00.000-08:00red apples ...<BR/>I think of when<BR/>we were penniless<BR/><BR/>:>) Ella WagemakersElla Wagemakersnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11660576.post-78624223999401193402007-10-29T17:31:00.000-07:002007-10-29T17:31:00.000-07:00<B><BR/>dry apples<BR/>hanging on bare limbs-<BR/>frostbitten </B><BR/><BR/><A HREF="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/happyhaiku/message/5455/" REL="nofollow">bob <BR/>happy haiku forum</A>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11660576.post-17433969504451660012007-06-15T19:18:00.000-07:002007-06-15T19:18:00.000-07:00.<B><BR/>Green cheeks fade to red<BR/>beneath dust-not-dust—Apples<BR/>ripen ...they smell sweet.</B><BR/><BR/>Michael R. Collings, USAGabi Grevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16362456518166174106noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11660576.post-1175996468376534052007-04-07T18:41:00.000-07:002007-04-07T18:41:00.000-07:00.<BR/>Une pomme, une seule,<BR/>au verger abandonne <BR/>rogit pour l'hiver<BR/><BR/>One apple, just one,<BR/>in the abandoned orchard<BR/>reddens for winter.<BR/><BR/>Mr. Patrick Blanche, France<BR/>(tr. by the poet's friend<BR/>and James Kirkup)<BR/><BR/>http://www.haiku-hia.com/kongetsu_en_p2.htmlAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11660576.post-1128576759033628452005-10-05T22:32:00.000-07:002005-10-05T22:32:00.000-07:00<B> the first apple -<BR/>Eve smiles <BR/>at her lover </B><BR/><BR/>Gabi Greve from <BR/>Paradise Hermitage, GokuRakuAn<BR/><BR/>;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;. Gabi Grevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06469970377160309143noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11660576.post-1127200687494919292005-09-20T00:18:00.000-07:002005-09-20T00:18:00.000-07:00a polished apple<BR/>appears from behind -<BR/>grandma's gift<BR/><BR/>shane gilreathShanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15691883868843839849noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11660576.post-1126943488219895732005-09-17T00:51:00.000-07:002005-09-17T00:51:00.000-07:00<B>cicada_moon<BR/>the pleasant smell<BR/>of ripe apples</B><BR/><BR/>© Ramona Linke, Germany. Gabi Grevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06469970377160309143noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11660576.post-1126938240952467892005-09-16T23:24:00.000-07:002005-09-16T23:24:00.000-07:00apple orchard's <BR/>fecund trees hang rotting<BR/>- orchardist dead<BR/><BR/>byakko<BR/><BR/>The solemness of this haiku is quite literal. A local orchard hangs rotting with the original owners death for some years. A new owner is needed.byakkohttp://byakkohaiku.tripod.comnoreply@blogger.com