Holiday haiku

by poetrydiary


Morning butterfly
enjoys the warm roadside air
of a late summer.


Funnelled clouds point south;
as Autumn falls on tired trees,
birds fly like leaves.

After the storm

This summer morning
damp; a gift from last night’s storm
making grass sparkle.


Blue rising movement
makes the river-sipping trees
suddenly greener.


Why has that pigeon
followed me to France? Is it
obsessed with humans?


Setting out in rain
to a final appointment,
Spring was his last hope.


This is a collection of haiku written on holiday earlier this month. (The pigeon haiku refers to a couple I wrote earlier this year).