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.

3/28

Listening to the rain,
imagining green &
blossoms.

March 2, 2023

Walking on cold sand,

the gull & I 

ignore each other.

Written today

No
is a complete sentence, yet I
explain and explain

Hearing thunder,

waiting for rain

under blankets.

11-1-2022

Quietly,

we listen to

Fall's first rain.

Not written today

The tide is in.

The sun in literal rays.

Seagulls dot the blue.

Not Haiku

 

Birds & squirrels fend,
lizards too,
all of them, tails abuzz
with industry.

I watch them out my window, 
tummy full, 
feet in organic socks,
breathing in clean air,
upset that, so often,
life goes on without me.