Masked by the fog; the heron.


late day fog
veils our silent pond
a great blue

Summer's  night.


winds meet
mosquitoes in that eddy
chalk dust

Quick stop at home.
__My nine year old Granddaughter, Maya, loves haiku; this is another of her's. It has not been rewritten.
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water flower
floating on the diamond
pink and blue

__I felt the guilt; it had been too long since I traveled to my homeland, the Berkshire Foothills, and my needed visit to my Mother's and Father's grave site. A busy but satisfying week.

__I stepped to their marker, and before them I sat to my heals and reached out to touch their carved names. As the morning sun painted my reflection on their glassy stone, it shown back with the image of their faces. "We've not forgotten you," they said, and I answered, "nor have I,  you." 
__I left my two cents... well hidden there; the first penny, minted the year of my Father's passing, the second... the year that my Mother followed.

new 
the fresh cut grass
morning breeze

__I turned and took the first steps away, but in glancing back I sensed I was not  leaving, I was walking to... to count many more steps.

the doves
their counted steps
many more

I just can't roll over__  and tap the 'Doze' button.
-Several of my posts have been at: 33 minutes past the hour. (?)-


mocking bird
the morning alarm clock
no doze button