Haikus
Think of these as small gifts for a lovely Sunday morning.
without a thought
the neighbor’s back yard
turns green
—William Higginson
from which tree’s blossom
it comes, I do not know
this fragrance
—Basho
flickering
in the woodpile
the groundhog’s eyes
—Joe Nutt
by firelight
listening to the silence
of things we can’t see
—Larry Gross
watering the beans
in the cool of the evening
a fiery sun
—Jim Norton
the earth shakes
just enough
to remind us
—Steve Sanfield
the whole yard quiet—
the cool sound of rain
on rhubarb leaves
—H.F. Noyes
quiet country road
dusty sweetness
of ripe raspberries
—Jean Jorgensen
[Post image: Raspberries by fordhimself on stock.xchng]
Claire
just lovely – thank you 🙂
Elissa
You are so welcome…:)