butwait.blogspot.com || At least one haiku I am comfortable sharing. Every day.
four drops of rainthrown sideways from a cloudthat kept it moving
hot summer nights —we drive into the mountainschasing cooler air
after-image —most days it's the fox I seepausing to look back
corn on the cob —the stand at the field's edgepiled high with treasure
we move the small hillmade from last year's fallen treeone shovel at a time
cloudy day swim —a five year-old asks her momwhere's the sunny spot?
taking out the trashafter choosing a new fighter —more spring in my step
when did cicadasbecome the loudest voice?(late night summer choir)
waking up tired —come sit next to me and breathebe my calm center
mosquito morning —
a fast-flying hummingbird
adds to the buzz
full moon with crickets —our half-eaten garden flowersplan to try again
sage in summer —I run my fingers through itto bring the scent with me
the sound of the windtranslated into scratches —branch tips at the screen
squirrels with white tails —reactions separatingvisitors from locals
stand over the sink,peach juice dripping down your arm —let summer run out
trying to get closeenough to toast marshmallows —bonfire s'mores
tornado warning —the Midwesterners show ushow not to worry
waxing half moon —giving my little sisterthe bigger piece
talking to myself —I fill in the blank spacesof our missed call
traveling west —the sun keeps us companywell past our evening meal
across the crowdwe nod in recognition —the only two masking
twin fawns becoming tripletsat the edge of sight
waxing crescent moonpresiding over one morehot cloudless night
slowing downbefore and after the foxruns back into the night
real fireflies —reminding us that bordersare imaginary
startled into flighttrailing their wavering song —brilliant goldfinches
early summer —fledglings on low branchesstill hoping to be fed
lured by the soundof water in the bird bath —finches taking turns
garden love —when you know to bring waterbefore it's asked for
long hill coming up —I like the feeling of my legsgetting ready
telling the saplingsthey need to come up fartheraway from the house