under flowerpots

where moist creatures used to live

dry earth empty shells

early morning wash

drips fall while butterflies dance

diamonds on their wings

the disappointment

astro-turf no moisture there

old cigarette butts

along this old lane

bowls sit outside garden gates

thirsty dogs lapping

butterfly alights

on my arm, long tongue probing

my skin for moisture

an open window

a spider stalking a moth

on a bathroom wall

reading some haiku

from a poet in Ukraine

sirens and swallows

Read her work: http://akitahaiku.com/2022/07/30/haiku-by-vladislava-simonova-in-ukraine-4/

memories of blue

skies, and butterflies, the one

lighting on his arm