Only a partial effort for August in the haiku department.
8/1
Near the super moon.
But it’s Christy’s light making
the east wall light up.
8/2
Once read that lies were
the devil’s greatest tool. I
wasn’t sure. Am now.
8/3
Motorcade obscene.
No big crowds. Just reporters.
Sad day? Not at all.
8/4
Dog gacking lately.
In my dream, he spits up one
quilting pin, then two.
8/5
A single yellow
leaf winking on the road speaks
to coming season.
8/6
Rain clip clops through trees,
back pain unspooling at hill’s
crest. What’s for breakfast?
8/7
Who do you choose to
be: a pond dimpled by rain
or the mighty oak?
8/9
We missed the exit.
But the turnpike was quicker.
Now collapse on couch.
8/10
Soaked sphagnum moss like
they said to for orchids but
for too long. It stinks!
August 11
Between the wars. She would have
been ninety today.
Love the road, tree, mailbox pic. My mom would have been 95 on the 13th 🙂
She was a force to be reckoned with too.
I think these Haiku are brilliant.
My fav is 8/6
I laughed out loud about the dog gacking on pins.
Your mom – my god a fashion model.
The dog and pins was in a dream remember! And yes, Mom took a lot of care with her wardrobe.
and her kid’s! you all always looked very stylin’
Well I don’t know about THaT!
love your mom’s swimsuit … and remember my mom wearing one that was plaid (she would have been 92 this year)
I like the idea of being a dimpled pond … transient though it may be
I’d love a suit like that! And pond is what I’d pick too. So I could reflect the light on clear days.