5.13

a black cat slinking
wrapping her body around
corners like Dali

5.9 tanka

through broken mini blinds
dawn splashes on the pillow
highlighting cheekbones
the tips of your eyelashes
golden in the early sun

5.8

crabapple blossoms
thickly blanket underneath
stirred by a crisp breeze

5.7

I rock on the porch
watching the dark clouds smudging
miles away from me
it’s beginning to rain there
the cold wind carries the scent

5.6 tanka

mist brushing my face
fog rolls along the river
your dark eyelashes
thickly beaded with droplets
each refracting the moon’s light

5.5 haiku sonnet

from two yards over
the lawnmower still buzzes
after the sunset

we watch bats swooping
their silent acrobatics
a tango at dusk

the cicadas sing
over our conversation
drowning out the words

I watch your tongue flick
gathering the amber drops
along the smooth rim

we sip tequila slowly
warmed more by heated glances

Haiku 5…4

the scent of your skin
combined with freshly cut grass
intoxicating

Not quite the noise, Janet! But related!

Tanka 5.3

bright dandelions
stretching their necks far above
the soft green grasses
tip their faces to follow
the path of the summer sun

building our first home – haiku

Oops. Tanka. But I don’t want to mess with the title and have it resend.

in the holly bush
outside my open window
two robins loudly
discuss the many details
of their first nest’s construction

4.30

pink cherry blossoms
dripping onto the wet grass
mimicking the rain