Brief rest before flight
one diaphanous wing torn
this dragon can fly
poetry
Friday Haiku
Lost in the shadow
ant hill intended subject
photographer looms
Friday Haiku
Tried for bird outside
but it flew from camera
captured son instead
Friday Haiku
There’s no escaping
contrast between young and old
Even pinecones age
Friday Haiku
How many guys does
it take to fix a zipper
pre-ceremony?
Friday Haiku
Yesterday it snowed
my toes saw nothing but fleece
Today the sun’s mine
Friday Haiku
A freakish mistake
photo so blurred Loki’s eyes
green caterpillars
Friday Haiku
We’re twins, Honey Bear
our heads filled with sticky thoughts
better smeared on toast
Friday Haiku
childhood friends guarding
my books, some written by friends
I Go Pogo, yo
Friday Haiku
Hospitals scare me
but a friend needs me today
Faking brave for her
Friday Haiku
Stretching out the neck
before stabbing the next meal
Self-care important.
Friday Haiku
If only I could
punch today’s howling wind in
the face just like this.
Friday Haiku
Found in a pasture
Made no difference to them
Whether seen or not
Friday Haiku
Hey, know what that is?
Butt-end of a Red-tailed Hawk.
Yeah, I know. Bad pic.
Friday Haiku
My sister’s beagle
temporarily off scent
in stare-down with self
Friday Haiku
Bouquet from the spouse
They’re beautiful, says Tracy
Cat food, says Loki
We have lost our souls
Roses are red,
violets are blue.
Guns have more rights
than children do.
Friday Haiku
A feathered swimmer
at home in sky or water
adaptable bird
Friday Haiku
A good reminder
full lifetime packed in two weeks
live as if that’s all
Friday Haiku
Since learning you’ve gone,
a slideshow of memories
washing through my mind.
Friday Haiku
Gray and cloudy day
gotta make my own sunshine.
Winter’s gotten old.
Friday Haiku
There are days I’d like
the option of staying here
or flying away.
In a pine tree
In a pine tree,
A few yards from my window sill,
A brilliant blue jay is springing up and down, up and down,
On a branch.
I laugh, as I see him abandon himself
To entire delight, for he knows as well as I do
That the branch will not break.
~ James Wright
Friday Haiku
Cannons, bayonets
funny hats, ramrod-posture.
No thanks, palace guards.
Friday Haiku
Farewell to this year
poetry all around us
must never forget
