The Morning Porch

Dave Bonta September 25, 2018 3

In the overgrown garden, two soapwort flowers drip with rain. The small book of haiku I’m reading is perfect for swatting mosquitoes.

3 Comments

Ingrid Bruck
6 years ago Permalink

I smell, breathe and touch haiku in all your daily posts. So good to know you are a haiku artist of nature, And so good to have you back in PA so I can look out my window to try to see what you see, which I can’t when you are in the row house garden across the wide Atlantic.
Amanda
6 years ago Permalink

Very whimsical your haikus.
Bethany
6 years ago Permalink

I rather love this — go, haiku!

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