two-fisted action haiku (with seasonal reference)

The seasons can't hold:
Summer, avoiding Autumn,
Swerves into Winter!

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for June 27, 2025

Fawn trailing a doe
Wonders why I mow the lawn.
Me too, kid. Me, too. 

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Propriety

Without haste or care,
Winds lightly deal our piled leaves
Back to their own yards.
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revelation

Yellow. Orange. Red.
At the sun's silent signal,
The green mask slides off.
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today's report

The North Wind, laughing
At soft pink buds that believed
Its lying zephyrs.

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haiku

It was a fine day.

Then the wind started blowing.

Then the wind was white.

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noirku

Each unique design

Smashed unseen by my wipers.

 Tough night for snowflakes. 

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Outside the window

 

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Invisible child
 

Dawdles in the swing again;
 

Bored, this winter morn.
 

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Mowing

 Thanks for our neighbors 

Who cultivated milkweed 

That brought us Monarchs.

 

Recent photo by the author does not depict our yard, but someone else's in the neighborhood.

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message in the woods

Living specks hover
Spelling words in obscure glyphs
I can never read.
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walking haiku

Come here, butterflies!
With every random zigzag
You refill my soul.

It occurred to me while walking that one of my favorite Walt Kelly quotes, with the addition of only a couple of punctuation marks and line returns, is a very serviceable haiku:

There is, unerring,
Magic in the stumbling flight
Of the butterfly.

And so there is, and it would be a shame to forget it.
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Today's haiku from the trail

Black dragonfly preens: 
Frozen, posing, beautiful 
Till my camera's on.

Standing in for today's dragonfly is a similar one I saw in China in 2011.

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Haiku by the Front Porch, 6 May 2020

Pink buds cluster tight
Waiting to explode in white:
Slow-motion popcorn.
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ps: 7 May 2020. Same song, second verse:

And May 10 (Happy Mother's Day):