10 September 2020 (crows)

threat of rain

above the perched hawk

a swirl of crows

9 September 2020 (bug)

low point

a small black bug crawls

down the beer aisle

8 September 2020 (gulls)

The other day while we were hanging out on the ledges looking out at Rockport Harbor, my husband said he has always wanted to write something that mentions “the to-ing and fro-ing” of gulls. I told him that would make a good haiku. Here are our two versions:

Paul’s version:

McDonald’s lunch rush

gulls to-ing

and fro-ing

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My version:

low tide

the to-ing and fro-ing

of gulls

7 September 2020 (sunflower)

late summer

the sunflower

bows its head

6 September 2020 (mushroom)

mountain path

we overlook

a destroying angel

5 September 2020 (dew)

a new day

crossing the dewy lawn

barefoot

4 September 2020 (waxwings)

visitation

the chorus of waxwings

hidden in canopy

3 September 2020 (blueberries)

morning chill

more blueberries in my bowl

than cereal

2 September 2020 (tat)

candy aisle

avoiding the stare

of his skull tattoo

1 September 2020 (geese)

a new month

on my ukiyo-e calendar

flying geese

31 August 2020 (laundry)

laundry day

the intimate contact

of static cling