Haiku

June 13, 2020

 
Five Haiku

My fourth grandchild born.

Not today but yesterday.

A dear baby girl.

Forty-eight degrees.

Have sensory overload.

Forego poetry.

Resort to a list:

Rower, kayaker, runners –

a fly fisherman.

Wild turkey strutting,

rabbits and bunnies hopping,

bull frogs are croaking.

Cool morning weather.

Climate good for older dog.

He acts more youthful.

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