A few scattered drops

reminiscent of the storm

the katydid sings

under cold bare feet

the soaked ground gives with each step

mud between my toes

on the sodden lawn

two robins hop-scotch across

searching for their lunch

we swing silently

our fingertips barely bridge

the cold front between

the stillness after our storm

filled with katydid chirping

In response to the katydid haiku challenge on Frank J. Tassone’s site … my version of a haiku sonnet.