OLE BUNDGAARD
Lovers come and go
arrows are placed on the bow
your mother should know
A taste of honey
a taste of my bonnie and
a taste of money
I love a woman
I will make a long story
short, I am a man
ULLA CONRAD
OKTOBER HAIKU
At the round barrow
a robin curtseys on a stone
bowing to ancestors
The leaves turned yellow
overnight – even colouring
the morning mist
Half of the birch
now on the grass lawn –
jackdaws in between