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.

barely maiking it

through the day

 -  a sliver of moon

marina sailboats

clang in a summer wind

cowbells of my youth

    ____

francis of assissi

someone has thrown birdseed

 - the south church statue

    ____

greens

more shades than I can make

on this palette

loon song

diving deeper 

to the coolness

    ____

heat lightning

still joking

on his 90th birthday

    ____

younger days

cicadas used to frequent 

our summers

summer rain

the roar

of a cornfield crowd

    ____

all’s right…

morning dew

on my bare feet

    ____

cricket

in the mudroom

something to think on

slower…

these heavy dog days

…the overhead fan 

    ____

beyond reach

those tiny apples

so deep within

   ____

they moved it…

them..

an old family cemetery

at first, just pond reeds…

the heron’s 

spindly legs

    ____

mount tom

good at holding back

darkened clouds

    ____

canoe shallows -

infinitely shaped plans

on the river bottom

trying to write…

campfire embers pulsing

in the night breeze

   _____

hazy moon

percussion

in the jazz club tonight

    _____

night river…

how it knows the words

to many old songs

morning stillness

a fishing line

into the clouds

   ____

sunlit dew

a robin 

tugs at a worm

summer wind -

tall grasses parting to tell

wildflower secrets

    ____

lake waves

against the dock

 - your hand on my back

    ____

day moon -

a pastel drawing

draws me in 

on these rainy nights

how the tall grass bends

 .. .patience

    ____

watching hawks 

glide on high winds

 - wading into ether

    ____

wild raspberries -

eagerly

into my hand…

crickets -

the sharp edge 

of a near full moon

late night jazz

through an open window…

blossoms I saw today

shying away

from the waxing moon

 - sleepless roses

the way

along these moonlit backroads…

tall summer grasses

   ____

fireflies -

the way of my youthful dreams

clearer now

   ____

ambitions…

some moonlight shining

through maple leaves

a near full moon -

a hawk circles

a freshly hayed field

    ____

the moon’s

scattered light

…the way is still clear

    ___

late night coolness

of barefoot grass

 - linen sheets await