found a stick I want-
-ed to make into a staff,
but it was too wet
Not all of my haiku, but, like, most of them.
found a stick I want-
-ed to make into a staff,
but it was too wet
goslings peek out from
under parent’s wing, observe
native plants at night
I want to turn a
stump into an end table…
still seeking my stump
we looked at, stood in
front of trees at the Nation-
-al Arboretum
bee drinking nectar,
gathering pollen for friends
back at the beehive
geese seeking berries
to be converted into
waste we’ll step over
single file and spread apart describes walking club, road reflectors
seen with moss: dead leaves, slowly decomposing to become new soil
fungus, peachy pink like the sunrise, or perhaps an actual peach
April showers brought these May flowers. forgot to post them. they wilted.