Pelicans glide
Wingtips to water
Leaving me behind.
I am happy.
The sea sighs beside me:
My footprints will wash away.
Shrimpers pull nets
Smelling of fish
Into the clouds.
Glistening arcs,
Children dive
Into white cresting waves.
I squint. The ocean
Commands my whole view.
Crash! Surf pounds at my feet.
A shrimp boat spreads nets
On sparkling water.
Our home is too far from the sea.
After my double post yesterday, I’m taking the chance today to share this haiku from my friend and coworker, Ben Dwyer. Enjoy!
Standing stones topple
in a rush of melt water;
I have lost control.
A creak at our door,
black as night out the window.
“Mom, it’s six-oh-two!”
Cinnamon, butter,
and warm yeasted dough – scents
of Christmas morning.
Stampede of kid feet
down carpeted stairs –
squeals of delight at the tree.
Wide eyes sparkle like
holiday lights; a kiss
that tastes of chocolate.
Small hands – sticky with
icing – tug ribbons, shred paper,
hug me tight.
A frenzy of ripping,
tossing bows like confetti.
Bing croons softly in the background.
He clicks LEGOs, she
knots string, in the quiet of
Christmas content.
Flakes of pink salmon
on white China plates –
we groan in sated pleasure.
Air warm with
the scent of spiced pears; glasses
clink at the table.
Scent of tree bark
and earth, I crunch
through the forest.
Warm acorns
flecked with gold:
our child’s hazel eyes.
Maples sway,
dangling rubies
in the sun.
Saffron sheaves
tremble – a rustle
of skirts.
Under iron clouds
leaves rattle –
paper husks before a storm.
Shiver, shudder, swivel,
SNAP –
and twirl free.
End over end,
an oak leaf
tumbles.
Gold coins caught
in tender green needles – bright
ornaments for autumn.
I scratch broom across
stone, drawing mossy oak spices.
A crow caws.
Late afternoon:
cool wine, a
strong slant of light.
A single leaf falls
on my freshly swept porch.
Sigh.
Leaves rain down.
Still,
I rake.
Autumn deluge
rinses leaf dust,
til air is brisk, shiny.
I open the door
on morning –
green scent of pine.
Autumn frost –
sugarcoated oak leaves
sparkle in the sun.
Winter grass glitters,
its diamond crust twinkling –
I smile.
Crystal puddle –
a skating pond
for ice fairies.
Cold air burns my eyes,
I smell earth and crisp leaves.
I am awake!
This is my entry for the Weekly Writing Challenge: Haiku Catchoo!
Butterfly Mind 