butwait.blogspot.com || At least one haiku I am comfortable sharing. Every day.
flutter and buzzjust above the flowers —summer running out
now we can pick outindividual voices —crickets dwindling
bright ball of the mooncoming up over the treelineone more time
day's end — the whine of a mosquitosomebody let in
new haircut — the way maples looked raggedafter the cicadas
bracing myself forthe big step down to the dock —late summer drought
iridescent flash —the throat of a hummingbirdas she turns to go
out of the westa gust of wind carryinggoldfinch song to us
late August —the sun knocks off earlyagain
