I too dress boldly
lipstick and lots of purple
but orange boots? nope!
Friday Haiku
Friday Haiku
the Loggerhead Shrike
impales its prey on barbed wire
dapper predator
Friday Haiku
Golf bag umbrella
tiny oasis from sun
or flying machine?
Friday Haiku
Zumba in sandals
’cause seniors move slowly, right?
toes now know better
Friday Haiku
Overexposure
photographer’s fault not bird’s
hey, no need to jump
Friday Haiku
They should be in school
instead, fighting for their lives
Youth Climate Strikers
Friday Haiku
sky greets the water
clouds floating with lily pads
gators lurk below
Friday Haiku
If the sun’s shining
close your eyes and soak it up
cloudy days ahead
Friday Haiku
The roses are dead
but daisies not quite that blue.
Valentine remains.
Friday Haiku
An intricate dance
many years in the making
elegant grandeur
Friday Haiku
Childhood memories
stomping boots on brittle ice
music to my ears
Friday Haiku
One of these things is
not like the others, one of
these things . . . is a sneak
Friday Haiku
Delicate yet fierce
battered, tattered survival
no one gets out whole
Friday Haiku: image by Tracy/words by sister Kate
Mother and daughter
Looking beneath the surface
Share jewel eyed treasure
For Judi
You gave me flowers
teased and loved me, laughed with joy
my heart is shattered
Friday Haiku
Sun behind the hills
the loneliest time of day
please hurry on back
Friday Haiku
Looked closer and found
brave blooms in midst of the drab
guess I’ll try the same
Friday Haiku
Brisk weather bathing
splash fast splash often get out
no need for towel
Friday Haiku
Agility test
failure’s not an option here
Strength and persistence
Friday Haiku
Hairdresser snips snips
my head lighter than before
hairdresser sweeps sweeps.
Friday Haiku
Still life with squirrel
rare moment of inaction
in a life of GO!
Friday Haiku
Mate’s garden bounty
he sees food, I see still life
art is nourishment
Friday Haiku
I’m Cory Gardner
soulless Republican stooge
look at me not care!
Friday Haiku
Able to survive
despite harsh circumstances
flora and women
Friday Haiku
Last year’s invasion
Painted Ladies everywhere
wish they’d come again
