butwait.blogspot.com || At least one haiku I am comfortable sharing. Every day.
last day of August —the space between cicada callslengthens out
super blue moon —everyone walking homeslows down for a look
hurricane watch —we wait for the radar mapto refresh
rain in the forecast —the mushrooms rise upin anticipation
we fill the birdbaththe sound of water splashingour invitation
as fall approachesit's harder to tell them apart —fledglings and their parents
synching my breathwith the monarch's wing beats —milkweed in the sun
crickets offeringtheir encouragement through song —it's working, friends
more smoke in the air —the world is connected by burning forests
summer steps asideto let fall say hello —open the windows
as I fall asleepthe meadow spills into me —milkweed, wild yarrow…
evacuation —a lifetime of memorieswith no time to pack
lining up summersto look down the row of yearsand make a few notes
summer hours —even the cricketsknock off early
sent to the back stoopwith ears of corn for husking —sisters in summer
little lesbianstudying the other girlsin order to pass
warm day getting warmer —at last I jump on my bike,create my own breeze
the monarch and Ichecking in on each otheras the day flies by
robins and crickets —treasuring our common soundsafter time away
read to me againa story I know by heart —perennials coming back
ash instead of rain —we close our eyes to seewhere the banyan stood
cutting backall the non-native flowers —I'll tell the bees
listening to rainmaking its way backto the lake
places where the rockfolded in on itself —time touching time
northern gannet pairtheir bent necks a reflectionlonging and relief
when I was fivemy father built a sail boat —I handed him nails
first, salty beach airthen clover and pine needles —my sweet sun-baked day
past overflowing —the fog that poured in todaykept right on coming
a cliffside walkmatching songs to their singers —I know yours, as well