haiku

black clouds ragewind howls and thunder roarsdeep below the surface

the sign on top of the washersays: nothing on top of the washer --the cat sits on top of the washer

meaningless wordsexchanged at the grocery storehuman interaction?

the rocky island silently observesthe approaching ship --unwelcoming

headlights and shadowsstillness in the historic house --except the cat grooming

the sun peeks her headthrough the rainclouds andquickly hides again

curving right to left --near the basket the pink thunderbirdskips off the ground

i open the door --red squirrel sitting on the deckcontinues sitting

my disc fliestoo far right -- now i'm playingcatch with a pine tree

tables and sellerssellers and buyers and junk --junk and treasure

the streetlamp createsa warm circle -- rain falls, themoon is almost full

shiny new Applecalling out to me -- if onlyi could afford it

coffee, chair, sunbeam --My Love sits above the dewembracing morning

recent photographthe lines, the spots, the creases --aging happily

a meeting on Zooma market walk with My Love --the home fire still burns

plush toy bounces andflies and bounces and flies and ...cat entertainment

morning sunshinecoffee on the patio --cut short by frigid rain

the clock strikes Midnightin the hallway by the stairs --startled, Midnight jumps

the coffee is bitterand warm -- stimulatingbut only warm

himalayan chaispicy with a touch of cashew milk -- oops!too much maple syrup