the meadow’s whisper
of crickets
Category: haiku
trailside camp
the Indian cucumber root’s
second story
stopping for the view
an inchworm’s pure green
on my hat brim
coffin-shaped spring
the plucked banjo string
of a tanager
rain still falling from the trees
wood thrush song
the millipede’s carnival colors
I forget where I am
half-way up the mountain
a whiff
of the river
up slope
on all fours
the growl in my chest
lady slipper
every way a bee
can bumble
wood ears
another language
I’ve lost
sun after rain
the dust on
my glasses
watching
the live stream
lonesome hollow
