Haiku by cloudscome
When
will she cut her grass?
Cherry petals fill her birdbath-
Mother died last spring.
My
neighbor’s rosebush
Covered with fragrant, pink
blossoms-
Lean over my fence!
I
wanted an apple’s
Red, sweet, crisp crunch for
lunch, but
In my hand a tooth!
Mother
pigeon broods
Nesting in the art room heater
Incubating artists?
Two
small black crickets,
When I lift their log away
The sky falls open!
Home
in a puddle:
Two frogs with 10,000 friends
Mosquito larvae!
The cat steps daintily
Over kitchen ants on parade;
Too small, and so, safe.
One
velvet pink rosebud
Sits on my table in the sun.
By
First
a tight, soft bud
Morning sun; the rose falls open
A baby’s fist.
Stones,
sand, water.
An hour down
the road-
New stones, same creek.
December
sunrise
Purple haze over the road
Commuters look up.
Snow
falls steadily.
In the Quaker meeting house,
The fire burning.
Two
days before spring
Children whirl with hands
outstretched-
In the last flurry of snow.
Our
classroom window -
Cherry petals drifting past...
Oh No! It’s
snowflakes!
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