haiku – Garden of Words

Abandoned Field in High Summer Haiku

luminous feathers
to deepest cornstalk, the grass
softens the hot sun

even in good shoes
my achilles tendon aches
but I keep walking

midafternoon slant
of light in the pale blue sky
vanilla and ice

three crab-apple sisters
standing close together
lichen on their dead branches
and on their live ones
tiny yellow fruit

white-tail rabbiting
across the empty flagstone
into grass oasis

red-winged blackbird trills
over the muddy meadow
jet roars overhead

brilliant red tree buds
bobbing in the April wind
lift my spirits up

a warm, yeasty smell
from the bakery hovers
in the cold, dry air

black pair of panties
lying on the trolley tracks
where did you come from?

october’s reward
for tromping through the woods:
a golden feather