Pitter-Patter

Raindrops on the roof.

A steady random drum beat,

but still musical.

Distant Thunder

"I laughed, lots" she says.

The thought nourishes my soul.

Like rain on parched land.

Mirror, Mirror

We meet again when

our kids are mirrors of us

when we met at first.

Still Crazy After All These Years

Twenty five years gone.

But the light of friendships past,

switch on when we meet.

Escheresque

A reunion.

As laughter ripples outwards,

memories roll in.

Initiate Shutdown Sequence

Haiku at bedtime.

Structured arrangement of words

preps the mind for sleep

Stomp Dance

Stomp. Crunch. Time is short.

Once snow falls, they stop running.

Not so fun. Crunch. Stomp.

Confluence

Two wild rivers meet.

They collide, contort, then merge.
Rhythm, flow, oneness.

Baby's Bedtime

Waves crash. Winds howl. Rain.
Slowly the storm passes by.
Rolling waves. Silence.

Fall

Almost bare branches.

Dry leaves scattered everywhere.

Messy. Beautiful.

Closing In

First snow of Autumn

Streets suddenly look narrow.

Trees laden with snow.

This is...

Carriages arrive.
Witches and undead spill out.
Halloween at school.

Attitude

In strong defiance

of fall, Cosmos flowers dance

in the cool fall air.

Hills on Fire

A rainy summer,
with a verdant bounty. Makes
for a fiery fall!

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Twitter helps me find many

haiku fans like me.

Entrada Acrobat

Red sunburned boulder,
balanced precariously.
Nature's grand circus

Conversations With My Love

She, ocean. Constant.
Her tides ebb and flow for me.
Me, earth. I stand still.

Conversations With My Kids

Kids, clouds. They float free.
Their words like raindrops, drench me.
Me, earth. I listen.

Winter Sunrise

Bright winter morning.
Sun rising behind smoky
mountains, breathtaking!

Half an Hour

Coffee shop, a book.
A brief oasis in a
parent's busy day.