Must have been the heat – lazy August sun reaching through Willow sway – or maybe the laughter bubbling up from brook – had me
Be as trees, reaching canopy of harmony, gratitude implied. (For RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Challenge: gratitude / harmony. Photo from personal collection.)
Late August nights cool burnt dry hues will soon transform – symphony of colour There is sorrow in Summer’s end; Autumn’s icy breath Winter’s warning.
Idleness is not a ploy asserted by the river, her banks, ever vital, project confidence – life’s continuum Her waters, sturdy, fluctuating, tame the deepest
A spot of red and dash of yellow bandana masked eyes how you transport me to simpler times – childhood days when you and I
Unexpected, this encounter – piercing golden eyes a coat of mottled feathers, a new visitor to our river – not sure who is more startled.