I complained too long
Now summer washes away
Umbrella dust free
* * *
Her brown eyes crinkle
A stranger known by bus route
Smiles like she knows me
* * *
A man on the bus
A glass cake plate in right hand
No crumbs, no story
* * *
Broken umbrella
I’m a crow with crippled feet
Or missing feathers
* * *
Bushtits chittering
Chickadees point me to home
Summer goes to sleep
* * *
This week’s prompt at Read Write Poem is Juliet’s, who suggest we write in the moment. Here are other links to this idea.
My moments this week (so far) revolved around rain, summer turning to fall too soon and riding the bus.
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on Aug 20th, 2008 at 11:29 am
Excellent series of haiku, moments captured. Rain all the time here too, I should write more about it….
on Aug 20th, 2008 at 10:01 pm
Lovely series of moments, very neatly captured in your haiku. I particularly liked the first one, and the crumbless cake plate.
on Aug 20th, 2008 at 10:21 pm
Saw you on Dave’s smorgasbord *grin*. These are very good, especially the broken umbrella.
on Aug 20th, 2008 at 10:22 pm
ps the new header is sensational.
on Aug 21st, 2008 at 1:45 am
Love these, they do calm me, keep me in different moments. And the new site…. beautiful. The sea of white with blue accents, and the original header are pleasing to the eye. Welcome to wordpress, ladies!
on Aug 21st, 2008 at 1:49 am
I think my favorite is the woman whose brown eyes smile at you. I can see that happening to you all the time, because you are probably always looking at others that way. Hey, I have brown eyes. Maybe it was me? No, too far away.
on Aug 21st, 2008 at 5:36 am
I like them all – but the brown eyes that crinckle are my favorites, excellent image.
on Aug 21st, 2008 at 5:51 pm
Wonderful — each its own moment but turning together slowly like a kaleidoscope. My favorites have people in them. “A man on the bus…” there’s an entire experience here.