Technique imperfect
enthusiasm flawless
let’s hoop it up, yo.
poetry
Friday Haiku
The tree stump saddens
vibrant sunflowers gladden
nature’s ebb and flow.
Friday Haiku
From whence did this come
darkened leaf from tree of green
Intruder escaped.
Friday Haiku
Past present future
day lily blooms in stages
enjoying the now.
Friday Haiku
Skipper butterfly
darts quickly around flower
buffet of pollen.
Friday Haiku
Wavy reflection
mirroring Wood Duck markings
riot of color.
Friday Haiku
Flock of day lilies
drinking up the warm sunshine
their splendor my joy.
Friday Haiku
The scrub jay called out
Marcel ran to the window
much to talk about.
Friday Haiku
Pop out of burrow
transition from dark to light
chipmunk explorer.
Friday Haiku
Hiking memories
at peace with natural world
happy trails to me
Poetry in motion
The world is full of poetry. The air is living with its spirit; and the waves dance to the music of its melodies, and sparkle in its brightness.
~ James Gates Percival
Friday Haiku
Read these coffee grounds
tell me what my future holds
besides more caffeine
Friday Haiku
This was me all week
scanning trees in confusion
who’s singing that song?
Friday Haiku
flocks of bicycles
ready to transport riders
fly away on wheels
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
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.
