The Bellwether State 

(A haiku triad)

I missed the comet and northern lights and almost missed the falling star

Tower Rock crossing I hopscotch over the Mississippi River

from droughts to floods the swings of Mother Nature voting against herself

Under the Shadows

under the shadows of tall pines my footsteps soften to a whisper

expired milk what else have I forgotten

road construction a new bridge where the sycamore fell

election fears the pumpkin's grin looking more and more ominous

halloween decorations I borrow the witch's broom

old reading glasses the red marks on my nose have gotten deeper

uneven lines of handwriting except for this square of sunlight

farmer's market the glow of sunlit apples

Haiku Triad--A narrative form I've invented where each line of three lines is approximately 17 syllables. The lines are linked by a theme and/or tell a story.

tonight's stormy weather I rediscover the tear in my raincoat

notebook poem soaked by water waves and smudges of unreadable ink

a sunken boat those forgotten lines all that is lost and cannot be saved

tonight's news or twilight zone reruns it's hard to tell one from the other

fallen leaf politics which tree shall we blame today

summer complaint my back pain rises with the humidity

morning shower--drying off--the smell of wet towel

Rabbitscape

traffic jam blogspot miles and miles of singapore bots

indictment the maga circus continues

mar-a-lago garage sale you never know what you'll find

trump's presidential library is there a tower big enough for his ego

a much needed rain brings out a sparrow's song

cardinal baseball season maybe we should skip this year

rabbitscape the white clover takes over the garden

approaching storm the code red alert for a missing, non-verbal toddler

father's day I hike in places we once hiked together

tiger lilies the bright colors bring a sense of urgency

spring drought my throat feels drier than the dust

late may the irises gone until next year