RunHaiku

Ripple clouds
Washing up in pink
On a blue sky

Pink sky
The sun
Unveiled

Contrary to
The forecast made yesterday
Sidewalk puddles

Dense forest stories
Of thistles, branches, prickles
Written on my shins

Making mountain miles
Of the ol’ mole hill
By repetition

Around the corner
To complete the morning scene
A toothpick-legged fawn

Smoky haze
First rain in days
Patter of footsteps

Wind chimes and thunder
Neighbour lowers the downspouts
The creek bed waits

Out from the birdhouse
Nose, eyes, and angry chirping
Of a red squirrel

Red dresses hung
But not like laundry
Never taken in