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.

day moon -

getting change

at the farmer’s market

    ____

thinking back

withered wildflowers

in the guest room

    ____

she’s still ticklish, , , 

corn tassels tease

the clouds along

what it takes… 

the ease of a trout

facing the current

    ____

her laugh 

as we walk among

melancholic wildflowers

    ____

crickets

the first cool feel

of my pillow

a small field

all gone to goldenrod

- august sun setting

from deep 

within the milky way

…this evening coolness

    ____

that moon

it knows of autumn dew

on fading rose petals

    ____

when autumn comes

to follow the scent

to this orchard

both

at the same time…

the cricket and firefly

    ____

heat lightning

there…in the night

the old oak

    ____

sunflowers…

star gazing

with us

lace curtains

in a breeze

 - tacit afternoon

summer dust road

an old dog

keeping up

    ____

of what he missed

in the sunday sermon

 - manure wagon

    ____

choir practice

geese find the pond

by the church

the tree

from a mid pond rock

 …still learning

    ____

it glistens -

a snail 

just after the rain

    ____

out tonight

and you want to count stars

 - goosebumps on your arm

not quite dark

a heron overhead

in silhouette

    ____

evening coolness

the crisp and clean

barred owl

trees

still dripping…

a rising moon

    ____

rain beaten field grass -

each of us

going our own way

sycamore carving

"joey loves marylou"

  - joey went to ‘Nam

shelter

from the popular vote

 -  waning moon

that old 

abandoned lake house

 -  wild, desperate roses

little white lies -

walking under

a near full moon

    ____

near full moon

shimmering

in a duck’s wake

    _____

a duck’s wake…

a promise

into fruition