f/k/a . . .

summer day–
walking barefoot beside
grandchildren’s footprints

 

 

 

summer evening—
from across the meadow
a call to supper

 

 

 

 

 

rumble of thunder–

slicing just-picked peaches

for the pie

 

 

 

Billie Wilson 

“summer day” The Heron’s Nest

“rumble of thunder” - Mayfly 33

“summer evening” -  New Resonance 3; Frogpond XXVI:1, 2nd Place, Henderson Award, 2002

 

 

 

late innings

the shortstop backpedals

into fireflies

 

 

 

 

                   

                       fireflies…

                       the smallest boy hits

                       the game winning homer

 

 

 

 

thunder

the migrant workers

never look up

 

 

Ed Markowski 

 

- don’t forget the f/k/a baseball haiku page -

 

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  by dagosan                                               

July downpour –

a tiny dry patch

on the porch

 

 

lightning storm –

the constant flashing

of digital clocks

 

 

[July 1, 2005]

 

 

 

 haven’t got a pot . . .

Our Pot’s empty all July — as Any Fool can see.                                                

                                                                                                                                                        

summer day–
walking barefoot beside
grandchildren’s footprints

 

 

 

summer evening—
from across the meadow
a call to supper

 

 

 

 

 

rumble of thunder–

slicing just-picked peaches

for the pie

 

 

 

Billie Wilson 

“summer day” The Heron’s Nest

“rumble of thunder” - Mayfly 33

“summer evening” -  New Resonance 3; Frogpond XXVI:1, 2nd Place, Henderson Award, 2002

 

 

 

late innings

the shortstop backpedals

into fireflies

 

 

 

 

                   

                       fireflies…

                       the smallest boy hits

                       the game winning homer

 

 

 

 

thunder

the migrant workers

never look up

 

 

Ed Markowski 

 

- don’t forget the f/k/a baseball haiku page -

 

• 
  
  by dagosan                                               

July downpour –

a tiny dry patch

on the porch

 

 

lightning storm –

the constant flashing

of digital clocks

 

 

[July 1, 2005]

 

 

 

 haven’t got a pot . . .

Our Pot’s empty all July — as Any Fool can see.