Haiku of the Week Archives: June 2023

Watching a pair of jays…

Old, married couple,
two jays bicker and converse,
Share a find of nuts.



Dead days – and nights…

The calm sea browned off
even jellyfish seem tired.
The birds fall silent.



After all that hot, sunny weather…

Soft song of rare rain.
Adding to the liquid sound
spill a thrush’s notes.



The bog cotton is profuse, the air clear, the sun bright, birdsong sweet…

Silk-soft and pristine,
countless white flags celebrate.
Larks rise up, singing.