Haiku

June 9, 2020

Six Haiku

Seventy degrees.

Lake Wingra is serene.

Yoga in the park.

On glass-like surface,

a rower in wooden boat,

glides over water.

Although lips are white –

I see Rolling Stone's logo –

in Foxglove beardtongue.

Never saw before –

so couldn’t have remembered.

True Forget-me-not.

My eyes see light blue,

but my Iphone would argue.

It sees white flowers.

Over Marion Dunn,

five crows are harassing hawk.

It just keeps flying.