butwait.blogspot.com || At least one haiku I am comfortable sharing. Every day.
night air offeringtreats from our neighbor's garden —open the windows
we take turnstracking the great blue heronwith only our eyes
we move our sandalsfrom closets to the front door —coaxing spring
a steady spring rainlures me outside to listen —the bamboo's growing!
the spring air returnsslipping in at the windows —come closer, you say
my father's advicecoming through me to our son —measure twice, cut once
unwilling to seethe fox who shares our streetas anything but thriving
Arizona sun —we spend our vacationducking from shade to shade
the flycatcher's flightas it loops out and back —Spirograph in the sky
