haiku and other animals

Tag: morning

morning sun the silver of the spider’s night work


my morning scrambled the trail a garbage truck makes

misty morning I redraw the world with one black pen

the sound of my neighbor’s shower morning cool

severe storm warning I carefully fold the morning

I cough the scent of clover in the cool morning

in morning fog the cardinal’s call is a ray gun

a bird peeks at me through the window another morning gone

a hawk in morning light flies through the window of the train

long cones on the old pine the morning air fills with exhaust