opening a blind to the day already begun #haiku

#poetry #haiku #poem The shed won’t open. Inside, a spade on the wall wearing last year’s earth

Haiku by my father: wild flowers at a deserted campsite beer bottle vase - George Klacsanzky #haiku #poetry #poem

it sinks in— my last cat was my last #haiku

#haiku all day above the barn five hawks

recorded night sounds— if not for mosquitoes, an open window #haiku

I missed the long-awaited blossom; she bloomed anyway #haiku

dawn at the river amid various birdsongs lone watchful vulture #haiku

Japanese beetles discover new hybrid plant— so hungry #haiku

the pool reflecting corruption #haiku

cobblestones— between the centuries a dandelion #PaintbyWords #haiku #poetry

twigs shift in the wind sometimes sunlight floods my room #haiku

this body has been alive on earth eighty-two years now #haiku

#Flowers #Nature #Photography #Gardening

smart phone, smart watch, smart bed compensate #haiku

🐓 three egg omelet ovarian sufficiency for breakfast, at least #senryu #infertility

around the pool bullfrogs bellow— there will be tadpoles #haiku

cold cedar scent drifts— in the whispers of wind chimes, empty porch swing sways. #dailyhaikuprompt #haiku #poetry

shooing the squirrel trying to carry away full food tray #haiku

his ashes join past pets—azalea blooms profusely #haiku

she toils all day— now I see flowers from every window #haiku

shadows cross the wood pouring tea for only one silence takes your seat #haiku #poetry

sweat rolls down my cheeks top of the hill, a shaded bench wet paint #poetry #haiku

under the cherry tree rain tapping softly on new leaves #haiku

Sunlight, dark, sunlight Setting sun between the trees I rock back and forth #haiku

gentle rain the sound drowned out by a blender #haiku #poem #spring

another hole where he had been— grieving bit by bit #haiku

pen left on counter will not be batted to floor anymore #haiku

My granddaughter visited a botanical garden. She sent me some flowers. If you know what they are, please identify in comments. #bloomscrolling

My granddaughter visited a botanical garden. She sent me some flowers. If you know what they are, please identify in comments.

my fingers stroke the bones of the old cat’s back #haiku

May Day—little girl leaves violets at old woman’s door #haiku

“Mayday! Mayday!” the people cry #haiku

May Day—little girl leaves violets at old woman’s door #haiku

“Mayday! Mayday!” the people cry #haiku

221. Fingers spread open to catch raindrops in its palm: new magnolias. #haiku #poetry #spring

two old creatures touch in the night, so alive—for now #haiku

loud crack overhead— phone reports “lightning near you” #haiku

in response to her question, the doctor smiles #haiku

cat and I trying to find a comfortable spot together #haiku

I want to shout I’m not gone yet, but my voice cracks #haiku

little fingers carefully place asteroids on colored eggs #haiku

bright yellow flashes to and from the feeder— just before they leave #haiku

hard to delegate even to folks better than I ever was #haiku

spring thaw— here and there tattered mittens #haiku

one less of us together— speaking her name feeling her smile #haiku

afterwards the ceiling fan turns and turns #haiku

équinoxe de printemps sur mes lunettes des grains de pollen #haïku #senryū

forty-nine years— anniversary card is still romantic #haiku

#haiku in bloom stump of the tree that never bloomed