Tenth Saturday

Cold wind out of north.
Just a little bit early,
Crocus tips pierce soil.

Tennis ball floats by,
Neon green on blue water,
Bouncing on sharp waves.

Ducks on piling tops.
Seagull circles, flies away.
Bills tuck in feathers.


Every now and then I remind you here that if you want more haiku, here they are.

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Your email address will not be published.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.