Who's Worshiping Whom?

Gray it is again;

This time, a promise of rain?

The plants are thirsty.

Last page of this book;
I have done twenty note books
Filled with my haiku.

The gray sky is breaking;

The blue sky is expanding;

I wait for the sun.

Chickens in the field
Acting as if it's their cage.
Chickens are chickens.

Winding round the fence:

Green ivy, looking relaxed.

It's stronger than steel.

St. Francis and his flock:
Blue and light pink flowers.
Who's worshiping whom? 

Suddenly, the sun

Bursting upon the pavement

Cuts dark shadows.

Slow and sun-tinged clouds
Gliding over the tree tops
Make way for the light.

Slowly dissolving,

Tree trunk sinks into the earth

From where it was sprung.