the babbling brook can’t
help but spill its secrets to
the whispering wind
–photo by me
Tag: haiku
haiku 67
each daisy catches
a drop of sunshine in its
upturned, white-gloved palm
–photo by me
haiku 66
the sun slides away–
featureless silhouettes seem
to squirm and shapeshift
–photo by me
haiku 65
two-faced dragonflies–
they only hang around us
for our mosquitoes
–photo by me
haiku 64
many young pine trees
appear to have serious
attitude problems
–photo by me
Haiku 63
trees shake off their dust
and mix it up at the beach–
on their own spring break
–photo by me
haiku 62
nature’s mirrors are
as perfectly imperfect
as our memories
–photo by me
haiku 61
a band of boulders
are caught sneaking from the woods–
toward my garden
–photo by me
haiku 60
staccato gunfire
erupts in the war between
ants and woodpeckers
–photo by me
haiku 59
a startled bench wakes
from hibernation as spring
pulls back the blankets
–photo by me
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