Category: Haiku

Chilly front stoop seat
The moon setting in the west
Birds singing greetings

On June Twenty One
the sun remains suspended
its season is here

Clear sky showing stars
Underfoot snow is squeaking
Feels like two degrees

Cicadas return
They now sing summer’s swan song
The sun will set soon

Mid-August arrives
Yellow buses fill the streets
Summer always ends

Windows are open
Chirps of crickets in the breeze
A soft summer night

Observe the midges
A mighty murmuration
Their summer is short