Soft, rain-soaked earth...

Soft, rain-soaked earth --
pulling crabgrass by the root --
so many ants.

Nan's Fingers

Soft white, Nan's fingers
trace Kitty's silent frame
with adoration. 

5/14/14

My hands tent the moth—
soft white wings flutter—
I release it with hope.

Not for the Blog Challenge, Just Kinda a Haiku

My lap, filled with warmth,
soft fur, and purring; eyes closed
as I think of god.

The water is cloudy...

The water is cloudy
and the petals edged with black--
heads bow on soft stems.

Diana

Soft heart and fur, quiet,
unruffled gentleness, but
you'll still kill a mouse!