flocks of bicycles
ready to transport riders
fly away on wheels
Friday Haiku
Friday Haiku
It’s a Mourning Dove
not a paper cutout, yo.
Flapped its wings and flew.
Friday Haiku
Darting dragonfly
evading my camera
artsy fartsy pic
Friday Haiku
I too dress boldly
lipstick and lots of purple
but orange boots? nope!
Friday Haiku
the Loggerhead Shrike
impales its prey on barbed wire
dapper predator
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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
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They should be in school
instead, fighting for their lives
Youth Climate Strikers
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sky greets the water
clouds floating with lily pads
gators lurk below
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If the sun’s shining
close your eyes and soak it up
cloudy days ahead
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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
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Looked closer and found
brave blooms in midst of the drab
guess I’ll try the same
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Brisk weather bathing
splash fast splash often get out
no need for towel
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Agility test
failure’s not an option here
Strength and persistence
Friday Haiku
Hairdresser snips snips
my head lighter than before
hairdresser sweeps sweeps.
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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
Tracy Abell 