red sky this morning

the distant sound of traffic

blue light screaming by

such beautiful words

a haiku society

each moment unique

the air hangs heavy

not even grass whispering

after the storms pass

the sun insipid

ashamed to show his wan face

hides behind pale clouds

bumping chest to chest

two doves their wings aflutter

dancing in the air

a night of stories

listening while writers take you

into other worlds

a knock at the door

the dog runs from the masked man

who reads our meter

traffic lights turn red

the long fronds of a willow

make soft rustling sounds

a warm dressing-gown

brrrr of the sewing machine

love from my daughter

folding paper card

head bowed in concentration

gifts of golden stars