the wind in the trees
rewards me for walking with
one turkey feather
Late July, 7pm Haiku
breeze cooling my sweat
the smell of honeysuckle
the long, slow evening
Breathing Trees Haiku
cool breath of the trees
pulls me into shade beyond
the hot July sun
August Hosta Haiku
hosta’s blooms are done
empty stalks curling upward
point toward autumn
Garden of Words 