Here are two haikus I recently wrote for my sweetheart.

Bubbling over streets and backwash out storm drains; overwhelming floods. No amount of sandbags can hold back the surge of nature. Photo courtesy of Corinna Behrens from Pixabay

Arid, dry, dustyThirst and empty river beds. Hands cup the air: rain. Photo courtesy of Thaliesin on Pixabay

Leftover fall leavesBrown, crackling, discardedCrocus heads peek through. Photo courtesy of Peggy Choucair from Pixabay

Sunshine blinds and the skies are sparkling blue. Don’tbe fooled: it’s frigid. Photo courtesy of Mohamed Hassan from Pixabay.

Gray, gray, and more gray.Then the sun emerges. ISquint and breathe glory. Photo courtesy of Pixmartin from Pixabay

Water runs dirty Down the street, in the gulleys Rain falls: clarity.

Water whispers in the trees; the drops cool my skin. Running in the rain…

1. sunlight pours  through a curtained window – he sighs 2. she moans: her skin sweats in summer’s heat 3. she rubs  her abdomen and whispers a name 4. a child’s laughter echoes across shuttered doors 5. fires burn, people stand on the side of the road 6. she sobs on my shoulder – the ...

Sparks of light flicker Here, gone, there, gone; tricking eyes to search the darkness.