Not Haiku

I don't know about joy, but

fresh air,

green hills with yellow poppies,

turkeys milling by the creek --

I must be close.

On Poetry Pea Podcast!

One of my haiku has been featured on the Poetry Pea Podcast for 9/3/18. I'm so honored! When you look at the folks' works featured, it is really something to be in such company.

Just in case you don't want to listen, here it is.

Cool night air,the sound of crickets -- and snoring.

Taking out the trash... (Tanka)

Taking out the trash--

my neighborhood appears! 

Trees, hills, plants, fresh air!

It's beautiful out here;

I forget so easily.

5/28/15

Opening up windows 
for fresh air, I realize 
I'm scared to go out.

Small jumble of socks (9/24/14)

Small jumble of socks
piled on the comforter--
cold night air drifts in.

8/20/14

Dreary skies shine gray.
Muggy air presses down, but a
brown dove soars up, up.

8/28/14

Rushing in, she smells
of Earl Grey tea and cool night air.
Then, sounds of crickets.

Pyracanthus (2) -- Written a couple of months ago.

Against Winter's dead,
gray air, your red berries bloom
all the more brightly.

Two birds celebrate
Winter's thaw with song, though Spring's
new air is still cold.