Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Haiku on Water


 A drop of round dew
at the garden unfolding.
Gems of love renew.
Quiet while being cooked,
Melt tea leaves, form a smell,
Tasty, yummy, hot.
No shape, not fixed,
Rain down near the window sill,
Free flow of safe will.

Friday, July 12, 2013

The Third of July by Steven Federle (Mockingbird)


Pursuing happiness
I move to the back yard
and in the shade of my umbrella
in the soft, warm breeze,
I sit very still
and hear
the mockingbird call.

I see his tail-feathers
thrust skyward,
waving in avian semaphore,
enticing his mate
to love in the swaying tree,

while stretched on the fragrant grass,
alert ears pointed skyward,
my cat hears everything
and,finding happiness,
closes her eyes.