Thursday, May 20, 2010

Late Summer Haiku (2009)

Two crows riding high
Hot wind rising on the plain
Smell the dust blowing.

Blue sky turning gray        
Silent dreams in cat napping
Rake the leaves away.

Hot air without thought
The swine speaks words of wisdom
Give us daily crumbs.

Wilting in the morning sun
The flower succumbs
Beauty flees before my steps.

Sun is going down
The cranky raven complains
Night mounts the new moon.

Jay loudly scolding
Sun drifts low on the skyline
Bones dry in the wind.


  1. did you write those? they are beautiful! got your link off of 7msnranch comments about the tarantulas.......

  2. Hi Jane, glad to meet you. Yes, those are my Haiku. Read to my husband who declared to me: "But, they don't rhyme!"