a whiff
of the river
Category: haiku
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
steady rain
not wishing to be
anywhere else
sitting
for a spell
sand stone
say morel
and they all hide
say the old times
high spring
the Amazon guy touts
sub-orbital tourism
May Day
the engine block buried
in her garden
dog-like
my devotion to you
going bloom
