Holding Hands

Our street is short and mostly treeless. The dry dust of summer kicks up and assails our noses. As soon as we turn the corner we are in the shade and our walk, though uphill, is cooler. Along the edges of the road random wildflowers bloom. We let the children pick whatever they want. One day we find a turtle in the middle of the road and relocate it away from danger. Another time we spot a garter snake but we leave it alone. 

the sweetness
of bee balm on my fingers
mingles 
with scented fern
on yours

haikuKATHA Issue 9

July 22, 2022