Early summer. Rainy mornings and afternoon showers. Mist rising from the valleys. Temperatures already soaring.
how I prefer you
in the mist and rain
hydrangea
4 a.m. Rising with the sun. So many things to do. Always so many things to do.
silencing my thoughts
with every step
the mountain
The stress of a day. The stress of a week. The stress of a month. The stress of a year.
mid-afternoon
the birdbath and I
bone dry
Was it when I opened the door to accept that delivery? Or when my kids played hide and seek on the balcony? Or maybe when my wife called down to me from the bedroom window? It only takes a second …
the world disappears
into the sound of
a mosquito
The tyrant that I am, walking through the neighboring fields after lunch.
disturbing the peace
with every step
grasshoppers fly
Sitting at the kitchen table, head in hand. Looking at the scattered salmon bones left on my plate and the small pool of water from the cabbage salad.
to have one more day
to have one more night
sliced watermelon
It’s been a while since I’ve posted, which doesn’t mean that I stopped writing daily haiku. It just means that life got busy. Thank you for reading.
