In Clover

The design on the fern fronds gets me wondering about how it all began. Who, or what, set the world into motion?  A young bunny hops out of the herb garden. There must be a billion white flowers in my lawn.

milky way
all the questions
no one can answer

 

Failed Haiku: A Journal of English Senryu

September 2020

Hot Romance

The summer is the best time to fall in love. Endless days with long, languid afternoons in the sun. The very definition of being young is to waste time as if it will last forever. Now I am old, but not too old to remember.

sunburn
the tingle of salt water
on my skin

I am outdoors in the cool of the early morning, sipping tea and inhaling the breath that the trees have just exhaled.  Today will be humid like the day I met him. 

dew covers
my favorite bench
morning kiss

 

Failed Haiku A Journal of English Senryu 

July 2019