A Mysterious Portal

Every summer for the past twenty-three summers I have left the mountains of Woodstock and my beloved Yerry Hill Road to travel two hundred miles south to Elmer, New Jersey and Appel Farm Arts Camp where I am the head counselor and one of five theater directors. I do it again and leave Yerry Hill Road Haiku until late August. Hopefully, I will make entries in my blog, Haiku to You Too (http://haikutoyouto.blogspot.com/) although life at camp is rather consuming. To all who read this, have a wonderful summer.

Bird squeaks in a bush;
Car hums to stop at sign;
Plane, oh so far up.

Cow in the front yard
Busily munches the grass;
Beats mowing the lawn.









Above the swift stream
Clusters of white flowers hang
To look in mirror.

They are not modest
These daisies by the roadside
Thrusting faces out.


Deep in the forest
Discarded furniture sits--
Ghostly tea party.












Shadows on the leaves
Assume their own leaf like shapes
Deceiving the eye.

Old wood cellar door--
A mysterious portal,
Opens to darkness.

Puffs float through the air
As white and light as snow flakes
Carrying their seeds.