butwait.blogspot.com || At least one haiku I am comfortable sharing. Every day.
let me think that I'mjoining the conversation —whistling at the birds
undeniablerip tide pulling me —this need for rest
my watering eyesreflecting back scarcity,precarity
throats full of smoke —fledgling cedar waxwingssing down the octave
just beneath the wind I hear my father saying"Great day for sailing!"
shorter and shorter —the fledgling's hesitationbefore it takes flight
earlier sunrise —the birds sing out to ensurewe don't miss it
backyard drama —a blue jay's hawk imitationscatters the sparrows
just the sound of kidsmessing around at the pool —June starting out strong
