I missed a day, but otherwise there’s one haiku per day. As many of you know, I post from my phone and there I can’t create single spacing. Sorry for the inconsistency with that.

5/1
Maples, then beeches.
Catalpa comes last with those
dinner-plate-sized leaves.

5/2
Talk to me please like
I talk to my dog: WHAT A
GOOD, GOOD GIRL YOU ARE!

5/3

Telephone wires,
sky, yellow parking stripes, tar.
Beauty’s everywhere.

5/4

The morning’s haiku
has vanished. Meals, sewing, moods
all taking their due.

5/5

Melody across
the rooftops. Church bells or ice / cream truck? Where am I?

5/7

Present arms! Long live
Blah blah His Majesty blah.
How silly they look!

5/8
Her orange sari
flaps as she walks. Same, my new
rust-colored duster.

5/9
Sudden quiet means
I can hear the flicker call
across the gully.

5/10

CNN took a
dump on democracy with
that interview. Shame!

5/11

Bold and scrawny, she
Looks around, trots up the street.
Neighbor coyote.

5/12

Even before the
UPS guy tossed the treat
Finn knew that he would.

5/13

The colors can’t be
named and yet we try: fuschia,
Persian blue, star pink.

5/14

He texts me to say
he’s getting a tattoo and
will call later. Sons.

5/15
The rhodies deserve
a little space. We all do.
So I dig up ferns.

5/16

Striped shirt, close-set eyes,
coffee in one hand, her hat
lined with orange fur.

5/17
The wind-tossed branches
and fluttering leaves seem to
have something to say.

* * C A L I F O R N I A * *

5/19

Arms at three and twelve,
orange wands in hand. They point
the jet to its bay.

5/20
He’s not hungry. Not
now. Doesn’t want to go out- / doors. But soccer — yes!

5/21
Weeding succulents
is one thing. Weeding cacti
quite another thing.

5/22

Tim Scott announces.
Plunging in with zero chance.
Confidence envy.

5/23
We gather and write
confined to six screen boxes
but the hearts bound free.

5/24
Pruning sheers impart
royalty as blossoms rain
down on me. Purple.

5/25 : the anniversary of George Floyd’s death

5/26
Jasmine blooms smell sweet
while waves of eucalyptus
suggest vapo-rub.

5/27

FaceTimer with leash
earns a special place in hell
WHERE THERE ARE NO DOGS.

5/28

Secluded path, blind
curves. She wears headphones, hot pink.
Fearless or stupid?

5/29

A fence: waterfalls
of nasturtium, yucca,
jade crowding the links.

5/30

Eighties rock band tee,
cartoon planets on his shorts,
tree of life tattoo.

5/31
The squirrel looks, freezes.
Lila stares and freezes too.
Left paw lifted, held.