Winter warning: honeyed shovels scattered on the ground
Stream of crows, from horizon to horizon, night roost
Coolness of this morning’s carpet, a moth flutters by the front door.
Being Human (A Travelogue) Part 1
We left for camp in the afternoon, just in time for the rain to come down. Upon arrival we were greeted by two jays cawing and showing off as we set up our tent. The rain mellowed for the time being, but it would return later in a fury. The campfire made it through the…
Labor Day weekend — waving goodbye geese fly overhead our vacation is over, waving goodbye geese fly overhead
Clover to Clover
Upon finding a honeybee on her afternoon rounds… clover to clover betweenmy feet —breeze
SevenTwentynineNineteen Fledglings in and out Of baby yew. . . and i’m The only one watching!
Walking the dog, down the same sidewalk we take every night, back home. Down the side street that forms a T with the main street that we walk along a grey Chrysler, windows tinted, rolls, slowly, up to the intersection about ten yards too far back and comes to a complete stop. The green Lexus…
#Haikai Challenge #96 (7/27/19): cicada (semi) #haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka #haiga #renga
Here’s my entry for this weeks #Haikai Challenge: Cicada Cicada husks on siding of my memory -back to school shopping To check out the other entries and add one yourself… https://wp.me/p7XKTn-4cy
Security guard walks by, radioing a description of the weiner dog.