Filed under: haiku, rachel's post | Tags: birds, climate change, Freeville, haiku, writer's life
It’s really hot out
and the dirt has turned to dust —
return to Dust Bowl?
lingered beneath the front porch.
All the doors got shut.
It’s difficult to
save the village from itself–
thank you planning board.
Filed under: haiku, rachel's post | Tags: haiku, Melania, Plagiarism, rickroll, Trump
for teaching me ’bout rickroll
A maple leaf drops
slowly spinning and twirling–
a heat stress victim.
Filed under: haiku, rachel's post | Tags: art, artistic process, Audubon, haiku, Hog Island, maine
Inspired this past week–
watched new artists poke beneath
nature’s prim surface.