Summer haikus
The grey washed-out sky
rinsing the day of its heat:
even here there’s beauty.
White poplar leaves glow
in the morning light. This day’s
begun without me.
The mist on the creek
swirls like smoke. A duck paddles
from shadow to sun.
Through the canopy
mountains on the horizon
keep the clouds at bay.
first light silhouettes
trees, rouses the wattlebird,
sows expectation
