butwait.blogspot.com || At least one haiku I am comfortable sharing. Every day.
goldfinches busyseeking seeds and building nests —first bird of the day
fledgling catbirdsteaching by example —ask for what you want
willing foodto fall from the skiesover Gaza
waxing crescent moon —fireflies swim through the darkseeking each other
I practice resistingthe urge to give adviceas he drives away
a layer of misthovers just above the grass —the day still wrapped
warm nights followingeven warmer days —leave the fans running
we find out laterthat ICE has come and gonea few blocks from here
signalingthe second half of summer —cicada choir
I apologizeone more time for how slowlyunderstanding dawned
cooler mornings —we lean into skippingthe ice in our drinks
cicadas joiningthe sunset cricket chorus —summer thickens
closing the curtainswe spy a few more fireflies still sending signals
orange zest andfreshly ground cardamom —she makes her own cake
reading before bed —the mosquito near my earhas other ideas
tucking protest signsin the back seat of my car —staying ready
tiny hummingbirdfiercely shimmeringat the edge of sight
just shy of fifty.a mighty tree has fallen,roots ripped from the earth.
don't drive through water —I hear my grandfather's voiceand go the long way
short summer nights —the air moves aside brieflyto let us slip through
lining up our walkso we can keep the Buck Moonin glorious view
darkening skies —we feel the thundersomewhere inside
no justice, no peace —new protestors chantingthe old chants
zinnia budsclenched a little less tightlyfirst thing this morning
this, our broken world —from the forest, a wood thrushthreads a mending song
we swim long lapsleading and draftingby turns
lizards running throughthe elementary school garden now that it's summer
a mockingbird pairin near-constant flight feeding their nestlings
I unstick myselffrom the living room couchto look for the half moon
the mockingbirdstops on a low branch, thinkingof taking a break
