butwait.blogspot.com || At least one haiku I am comfortable sharing. Every day.
last day of August —the space between cicada callslengthens out
super blue moon —everyone walking homeslows down for a look
hurricane watch —we wait for the radar mapto refresh
rain in the forecast —the mushrooms rise upin anticipation
we fill the birdbaththe sound of water splashingour invitation
as fall approachesit's harder to tell them apart —fledglings and their parents
synching my breathwith the monarch's wing beats —milkweed in the sun
crickets offeringtheir encouragement through song —it's working, friends
more smoke in the air —the world is connected by burning forests
