Tenth Saturday, from San Francisco, two days late

Crow flies below me

Chasing starling flock across

Steep hillside’s rooftops.

Sun glints off water

Like photographers’ flashes

As rowing scull nears.

Wind rustles palm trees,

Tousles nasturtiums, jasmine,

Annoys hummingbird.

More haiku for you.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

Time limit is exhausted. Please reload the CAPTCHA.

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.