haiku – Page 9 – Words and Feathers

Poem 20160128

no official trill
announces the final day
of winter-just buds

bedside, the dog growls
my eyes fly open, ready
–awakened from sleep

coyote pauses
waiting for headlights to pass
–slips into darkness

the fresh-turned earth smell
rosemary, sun, and water
–a new pot, new style

don’t spend your money
this sunset muted by clouds
–worth little, worth all

The Friday Haiku
—–

coffee on her breath
sun rising real in her eyes
two morning kisses

in crystalline air
frogs croak their croaky love songs
–hope to get lucky

vast blanket of clouds
everything is gray–even
as my vision clears

It’s my first Friday Haiku of 2016!
—–

osprey on the light
tearing into some breakfast
–new year’s day morning

why?
–why not?

should i?
–you should.

when?
–now.

like this?
–yes.

and now?
–more.