butwait.blogspot.com || At least one haiku I am comfortable sharing. Every day.
long after darkwe hear the first calls of birdswe haven't seen yet
steadfast moonwatching for a momentto shine down through clouds
after the storma rainbowand another storm
fireflies getting inone last round of matchmakingbefore the thunder
a doe and her fawnsthen the fox along the lake —everyone's out tonight
half a moonand not one star falling —we rethink our wishes
a little riverwhere the sidewalkused to be
my eyes work hardto make sense of the dark —shadows become deer
fledgling catbirdssweetly waiting their turnat the birdbath
