Texas Butterfly Haiku

Gliding graciously
wind gusts make dark wings tumble
plastic bag butterflies.

Plastic Lives Haiku

Streets full of litter
the wind blowing bags and cups
wherever it turns.



(no. I am not depressed. )

Ear and Skin Haiku

The warm wind carries
wisps of guitar riffs over
gently cosing me.

Pattern recognition haiku

Fingers of palm tree
leaves' rustling in constant wind
weave patterns of grace.

86 Fahrenheit Texas Spring Haiku

Breezes on and off
carry lime blossom's sweet scent
over light green plants.