After hurricane
I take my first haiku walk.
What will be out there?
Sun has disappeared;
White flowers grow in my yard.
Winds did not kill them.
Chickory survives
With Queen Anne's Lace by the road;
So does goldenrod.
Distant dog barking;
Insistent bubbling of stream;
Child shouts from house.
Stray broken tree limbs
Swept to the side of the road:
Memory of storm.
In sphinx position
Cat watches me from driveway;
What is it thinking?
Small brown leaf on green,
Resting there and moribund
Whispering future.
A truly soft day;
Even the cars seem subdued--
Ride on faint shadows.
I take my first haiku walk.
What will be out there?
Sun has disappeared;
White flowers grow in my yard.
Winds did not kill them.
Chickory survives
With Queen Anne's Lace by the road;
So does goldenrod.
Distant dog barking;
Insistent bubbling of stream;
Child shouts from house.
Stray broken tree limbs
Swept to the side of the road:
Memory of storm.
In sphinx position
Cat watches me from driveway;
What is it thinking?
Small brown leaf on green,
Resting there and moribund
Whispering future.
A truly soft day;
Even the cars seem subdued--
Ride on faint shadows.
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