March 1, 2021
by Marilyn J. Dykstra
The bright morning light
sprays a tall fountain
of blue fescue grass.
Sycamore Grove Park Haiku #4
by Marilyn J. Dykstra
Foggy walk at Sycamore Grove Park,
I listen to drumming.
A woodpecker hunting.
Sycamore Grove Haiku #5 March 2019
by Marilyn J. Dykstra
Tree branches blown bare,
My boots splash through mud puddles
And almond petals.
A Haiku Trilogy to Flight
by Marilyn J. Dykstra
Across clear blue skies,
Wings glisten in the sunlight:
A dragonfly glides by.
Across clear blue skies,
Wings flicker in the sunlight:
A lone bird flies by.
Across clear blue skies,
Wings spread wide in the sunlight:
A hawk soars up high.
Sycamore Grove Haiku #2
by MJD
Waiting for a truck,
We step off the path to smell
Sweet scent of crushed herbs.
Sycamore Park Haiku #1
by MJD
Peering from the bridge,
Deep into a rippling stream,
I watch fish shadows.
A Haiku Trilogy to the End of Summer
by MJD
Among parched brown grass,
Two pairs of color hover:
Butterflies mating.
On a parched oak leaf,
Vermillion volcanoes erupt
From gall wasp larvae.
Against dull gray rock,
Flashes of red burst open:
Skyrockets in bloom.
Del Valle Haiku #3
by MJD
Before heading down,
I stop to tighten my boots
And hear birds chatter.
Del Valle Haiku #1
by MJD
Autumn rains pour down;
Everywhere green sprouts spring up,
Even through cow pies.
Sycamore Grove Park Haiku #3
by MJD
From black ashen earth
Soaked with recent autumn rains,
A green carpet sprouts.
Rhythmic Ripples 