butwait.blogspot.com || At least one haiku I am comfortable sharing. Every day.
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
