14 Haikus Poem by B. V. Dahlen

Laughing, I watch the
dragonfly that sits upon
my toe. It tickles

Dew upon the pedaled flower
catches the morning sun.
Prisms gleam

Turquoise waters wash
the sand while brown limbed children
play ‘neath swaying palms

Cardinal leaps
from blossomed branch
into the hasty wind and sails away

The trees are disrobed stark
and bare. They stand in frosty rows
to face the cold.

Thunder deafens thoughts
foretells approaching onslaughts
with blasts that startle

Morning peeks over
the fence where a squirrel sits
tending to his nut

The bay laps the shore
Sandpipers skitter darting
dare the teasing waves

The scent of lilacs
drifts and lingers on the breeze
long after you’re gone

Waxing harvest moon
hanging on the horizon
Clearly lights our way

Ripples on the lake
travel slowly from
the skipping stone I flung there

Steam rises above
The cup of tea I savor
Casts fantasies that stay

The garden sprinkler
Carves lazy rainbow arcs
In sodden circles

Cool breezes whisper
tantalize and promise change
While the full moon winks