Posts tagged meadow
Haiku-a-day
A black and white dog walks along a meadow of tall grasses and wildflowers in summer with the person who loves him most.

The great piece of turf —
dandelions and grasses,
and our luck, our luck.

Haiku-a-day
A black and white dog walks along a meadow of tall grasses and wildflowers in summer with the person who loves him most.

Picking up the scent
of brown-eyed Susan, bee balm —
only gentle steps.

Haiku-a-day
A black and white dog happily walks through wildflowers in a meadow with the person who loves him most.

In your habitat
among the wild wildflowers
deep in the meadow.

Haiku-a-day
A black and white dog walks curiously along a faded deer path turough wild carrot, goldenrod and tall grass towards a field covered in a low bank of fog with the person who loves him most.

The meadow deer path
led us through soft wild carrot,
fog, clinging to it.

Haiku-a-day
A black and white dog stands along a meadow path looking at the person who loves him most.

We followed the path
by woods, meadow, river —
never tired of it.

Haiku-a-day
Sun shining on dried flower stems in a meadow in late November.

Your big closed-eye smile,
sun warming the cold meadow —
I’ll look for you here.

For Mack

Haiku-a-day
Dried brown meadow with flowerheads turned to seed in it.

October stillness —
crickets, cicadas quiet,
meadow turned to seed.

Haiku-a-day

I swallow sunshine
until my head shatters like
sunlight confetti.