Posts tagged september
Haiku-a-day
A bee rests on a wingstem in the rain.

Rain into the creek,
bees fall asleep on Wingstem,
deer blend with the field.

Haiku-a-day
A wide view of the morning sky with a three-quarter moon still visible in September.

Looking up, amazed,
tired under the morning moon,
the grief before grief.

Haiku-a-day
A clouded sulphur butterfly perched on a tall sow thistle turning to seed on a sunny day in September.

Thistle goes to seed,
her pale green wings like two sails,
she and I are small.