Category: Run Haiku

Wet grass
Between my toes
Childhood summers

A blank cairn
Awaiting its story
From the swale’s lip

Workers keep our land
Glorious and (litter-)free
After the fireworks

A dash of aspen
The forest trail leads to a
Roll kuchen finish

Purple brushes
Grass swaying with
Morning songs

Looking at the world
From the other side
Of the circle track

Quiet canopy
First to catch
The sun’s first rays

The grasses now
Above her waving ears
Flow

Orange lillies on
The left for those who Suffer
On Centennial