Back Roads Haiku

My back roads are unpaved, quiet, undeveloped, dusty in the summer and muddy in the spring. Walk along any of them and you are likely to see old family cemeteries, stone walls, streams, ponds, and a variety of flora and fauna. It's where I live, and the source of most of these haiku.

the full moon briefly

from behind clouds

 - never lose hope

wet field grass -

the crooked path

of morning deer

late night jazz walk

in the heavy rain

 - crazy fedora beat

damp chill day…

humming as she stirs

a wood stove stew

walking home…

the road gain littered

with faint moon shadows

waiting on poplars -

dream leaves that shimmer

in no breeze

an east wind 

brings a weather change

 - my grumbling wife

the subtle beauty

of wild roses

 -  pearl earrings peeking

a promise made…

the shade of a maple

on into the evening

late evening breeze -

hearing whispers

from tall field grass

the moon tonight…

empty park bench thoughts

in faint shadows

full maple shadows - 

the cool bedsheets

on bare feet

a young girl

proud of her new summer dress

 - clear waxing moon

humid day -

everything weighed down

within and without

dusk settles in -

two crows bidding to be

the last silhouette