all eyes are on the bright
heirloom tomatoes
Category: haiku
where that heron used to stand
a painting of a heron
In Weimar
the very trees are smothered
in historic moss
border terrier
this time I only merit
a brief sniff
on the morning
of my departure
leaves bordered in frost
unsettled sky—
studying the markings
of bark beetle larvae
bound tight
by a dead leaf—
cleavers
