Where Did the Head Go?

 

 Black eyed Susans stare
From just outside my back porch.
"Welcome Home," they say.

 

 First August haiku;
First journey back on my road;
First sunshine through leaves.

 

Pine cone on the road,
Held over from last winter.
(Doesn't know its place.)

 

 Perched on a thistle,
Bumble bee endures the spikes
For a summer sip.

Bright blue chicory
Always guarding the roadside
And autumn's onset.

Noon tip of the hat,
(But there's nothing underneath).
Where did the head go?

Ocean of cat tails
Swell in Yerry Hill tundra,
Far, far from the sea.

Glowing bright orange
Jewel weed plants brighten the shade
Drinking from the stream.

 

From a walk of Tuesday, August 25, 2015