RunHaiku

Fresh blacktop
Ditches bursting
With colour

The wind
Under the bill of my hat
Threatening flight

Behind the green
Curtain – a creature
Crashing through

He who hears
The thunder thinks the runner
Mad

The forest air
As I enter
Gently cools

Emerging
From their tree-strung tents
Caterpillars

Crisp allure
Cool refreshing blast
Sprinkler run

She waits
With a water gun
Welcome home

Sun beams
Slipping through the fingers
Of scattered cloud

Smiles on the trail
And the white blossoms
Dancing on sunshine