butwait.blogspot.com || At least one haiku I am comfortable sharing. Every day.
just one white commaagainst the inky black sky —the moon holds my place
looking for someoneI haven't come out to yet —late June
watching the numberswhile remembering a timewith nothing to watch
evening walk —we and the firefliescheck on each other
zinnias and cone flowersracing each other upwards —we know what we need
fireflies rising upas the sun slides down —will we rise up too?
beer soaked menholding forth on the ferry —overboard not an option
ocean sprayblown inland as a fine mist —thoughts of my father
protected shore birdstaking turns on their nest —we keep our distance
children insistingit can't be bedtime yet —summer solstice
the sound of wavesclimbing up over the dunes —how the beach calls us
allowing ourselvesthe full spectrum of sunset --thoughts setting too
transplanting flowers —we decide every colorlooks good against blue
nearly grown fledglingstrying to beg one more wormfrom heat-worn parents
last day of school —summer curled and waitinglike a roll of sod
almost close enoughto hear their tiny hooves —twin fawns crossing the road
summer's first firefliescatching me by surprise —Strawberry Moon
the full moon looks down —how are those of us still herefailing the world?
we tuck the new plantsin with a compost layer —so many great worms!
we give the crows something to talk aboutagain this year
nest building season —everyone out here tryingto soften the world
wind in the garden —the summer air we longed forfinally coming through
front yard bunniesseeming to doubleby the hour
each drop soundingas if it has been placed —thin rain in the drought
wrapped in wonder —we put up another stringof tiny lights
low tide —a tiny plover's first rushto the ocean
all I could think wasyour mama's gonna be mad —young fawn out walking
we lift Rosie upto smell the wisteria —once we were lifted
transplanted redbud —nearly visible energy leaving the body
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