Colleen isn’t here for a few weeks, so this Tuesday, I shall profit to post haiku without counting the syllables.

meadow soaks up

golden light returns it

in buttercups

ancient cow pasture

a profusion of flowers

defies time

walking

knee-high in dew

spring mornings

ditch is full again

running to the stream—evenings

is frogs’ chorus

clouds drift

white and soft grey as gulls

I hear the sea