edge of the water
red-winged blackbird sips a song
summer delightful

fishing from the banks
long pole reaches below waves
blue gill gulps fresh air

I found these two haiku on a scrap of paper floating in my writing room. It is very cold outside today but the sun shining through the lace curtains paused my mourning as I reached for the whimsical thoughts of yesterday.

*one more post from 1/7/2017

Poetry bird talk fish dream