the smell of heat
Haiku sparked by seeing the half moon in the morning sky, after a walk up and down the hollow, where I’d spotted a black cherry log covered with oyster mushrooms. The first draft had “daytime moon’s inverted cup…” but I thought that was a little trite. Then I thought of the mushrooms and drafted a couple of very over-thought haiku about them (e.g. “oyster mushrooms mining a whole log for their missing halves”), before deciding to cut my losses and merge the two efforts. The Snapseed app was more than adequate for this.
Day moon might sound a little too telegraphic, but I like the sort of fellowship with terms like day drunk and day trip.
Haiku drafted, I went back and picked the mushrooms for supper.