Friday, April 12, 2013

Haiku by Sue Howard

Robin, beak full, streaks
across open sky; what radar
tracks which tree is home?

The wind sings, the trees
sway, birds joggle-dance
across the grey-white sky.

Monkey-faced pansies
bobble-headed by the wind
nod good afternoon.

Young leaves quiver
like fountain pond ripples;
gusting wind tickles.

Mamma walks the sky
at night sowing moonbeams...
seeds of poems.

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