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.