the grass in our backyard
never this green in July
our summer of plentiful rain
this season of dark-cloud skies

the grass in our backyard
never this green in July
our summer of plentiful rain
this season of dark-cloud skies
my neighbor lines the lower perimeter
of his wrought iron fence—
its western side aligns with our own backyard’s—
with twelve inches of chicken wire,
four hundred yards of the stuff
in order to allow his sister’s two puppies,
tiny Yorkshire terriers, to freely roam
and not slip through the vertical spires
when she comes to visit.
what we do for those we love,
what we do for our canine companions…
This week’s number is 198 and here are the photos in my Archives with that number. Kudos to Judy for this fun weekly challenge!







bulbous blooms
drooping, fading
leaning toward
past-their-prime.
a snip here, a tuck there
secateurs inserted
just above the node —
striving to neither maim nor kill.
sky hollowed out
chunks of yellow, pale blue
overlay of planetary disturbances
little green men do battle
with other, littler green men
Two of my haiku appear in the May 2025 print issue of Scifaikuest which specializes in scifaiku and other minimalist poetry forms forms, notably senryu, haibun, and tanka, as well as cinquains, fibonacci, etc.
I hope you enjoy them. As always, THANKS for looking!!


Authenticity and reciprocity
a wren is a sparrow is a dove
faded memories of those I’ve cherished
gray paint, chipped & flaking
through boughs of green
chitters and titters and chirps
the wonderful birds, seemingly appreciative
of my every effort
morning’s chill
filling oriole feeders
one by one
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