Heads bowed
hands on their back
this quiet field

Morning sun
a warm newspaper
in the mail box

Summer day
somewhere there is
something dead

Again and again
this bat through the garden
her bad news

How fresh
their spray
burst bubbles

Haiku Heights Challenge: 'Joy'

A frog croacks
a heron passes by
a frog croacks

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Picking flowers
in the entire garden
nothing resists

Picking flowers
during my whole life
this body

To sleep
or not to sleep
a frog

Quiet morning
the postman throws a haiku
in the mailbox

She herself can't see
what it's like to see my love
in our garden

Haiku Heights Challenge: 'Pine'              

                 An ocean wind
        bent
pine

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He rolls his own
and inhales the silence
between his thoughts

Rainwater
in their two wine glasses
next to the fire bowl

Ascension Day
my ladder still stands
against the barn

Through the garden
with a basket filled with weeds
butterfies follow

A crow croaks-
suddenly I'm aware
of all my bones

Spring rain
dripping from new leaves
to old soil

Broken
at the foot of the cliff
the pencil I found

Playing soccer
with a leaky globe
mommy's weekend

The gas station
ran out of flowers
Mother's Day

Young leaves
on an old branch
twinkling eyes

Ferry chain
a glance of heaven
every time

Muddy rugs
her slot machine cheers
lunch time

Commuters

the soft rattle

of the ferry chain

After the squall
it all starts flying again
in the garden

On the platform
her eyeliner traces
one way ticket

Gone, back now and then..

The hallway
an assault course
lumbago

May 5
just some doves
on the road

He can't decide
which action hero to be
after the movie

Girl's dreams
every duck on the field
its own name

Fog
thoughts dissolving
into bird song

No more wren
just the sprig
moving