Morning Haiku – 65

As clouds age north-wise They gradually crown themselves With snowy white wreaths.

Morning Haiku – 64

Rising dust smudges The polished blue of the sky – a combine’s con-trail.

Morning Haiku – 60

Bright bunting billows, Like proud bursting sails, bows with Busty figureheads.

Morning Haiku – 54

Field mouse wraps his tail Around harvest heights yielding Golden beads of wheat.