__ As the hummingbirds fly south; this, from a well used log of old notes, is a form of my recent comment at Dejan's,  's-cricket' blog.

wings do hum
as this bird sips nectar deep
natures fuel 

__ This was my first post, Friday, February 13th, 2009;  during February of each year I often re-post... to renew, and restart. Smiles! _m

snow fills
this cabins shattered bones
broken tea cup

__ Friends, I had stepped aside for a while, this a very busy and complicated summer for my wife Kathy and I; no serious difficulties, we just sought to do all we could, within our "Activity Clock".  I had visited some, posted none, now... back for fun!
__ This, from one of my scribble books (10/03/04)...  a spider clung to that fallen leaf, and sailed that brook downward to the sea. 
 _m

red leaf sails
this out brook to the sea
captain spider

__ Continuing to positively look forward we wish spring would arrive more quickly, as the housecats wish beyond the window glass.  A slight change to this seasonal look forward, recently seen at the Haikuniverse site.  

humming birds 
discuss this flower garden
housecats wish

__ The sight of time within a forest walk, and too, your imagination may hear yesterday.

stone walls
in paintings of gathered years
moss time

__ Really, I didn't misspell here. It was morning when I saw these doves, foraging in the light snow under the bird feeder. Smiles_!

light flurry
these four toe footprints
morning doves

 

__The rains end, flowers and butterflies _m

this final drop
a pool of sun filled rings
swallowtails

__This... I left as a comment on a friends blog nearly five years ago, here its a slight re-write.


empty moon
a night sky fills its hollow
the crescent 

__The vintner,  a farmer of the vines. This, from October 2012. _m

a season's stews
steep within their casks
vines harvest

Another... 33    Solstice / long day... their kigo; rewritten from old scribbles.

an evening sun
on this stone monument's peak
solstice candle

long day storm
by reading the fallen leaves
a new page
 

A bird's perch.
__This was scribbled long ago at a friend's garden, and this is the first post of that haiku.
__Nature, in its complex process of being, cares little of our icons, thus, Nature can seem crude to many eyes.

garden statuette
its cloak well painted blue
white shoulders

Near the pond's out-let brook, the seed fare.

blue-jays
sifting through fallen leaves
brook sounds

Too... from one of my old scribble books

waves of grain
breezes swirl this tall rye field
evening tide

Old, adjusted.

this firefly
caught in an on-shore wind
shooting star

From an old "scribble book;" the sunset and the heron on the wing, had enhanced the pond's lure.

days close
across this sunset pond
a great blue

This, from an older scribble book... seems... it will well fit into this evening.

the tree frogs
counting this nights stars
forsythias

From an old scribble book.

flocks of geese
return across this valley
the herring run

__My initial entry, here, was five years ago tomorrow. That... was Friday the 13th 2009 (So much for the "bad luck" day!) It, that first post, has been re-entered below, and I thank you my friends! _m

snow fills
this cabin's shattered bones
a broken tea cup

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WHY do I -now- need a "title" to post?  A title had never been a requirement before now;  is it time to escape my being -somewhat- "controlled "  by electronics?
__Happy 4th, the day of freedom.
__The last 'firefly' haiku, I promise! When younger (much) in the Berkshire Foothills, we called them 'lightning bugs'.  This... an older, and adjusted haiku.

lightning bugs
caught in this dark night's wind
shooting stars

From one of my 'scribble'  books... two summers ago; deer in the garden.

white tails
nibble at the carrot tops
evening bell