RunHaiku

In just two hops, ears
Feet, and a fuzzy tail, gone
Vanishing act

Poplar leaves flutter
Little bunnies disappear
‘Neath the green curtain

Sun a shade of pink
In the early morning haze
Bleeding through the seams

Smell of distant smoke
In the cool of summer’s morn
Quiet start of day

Now even the weeds
Growing as tall as my head
Are sprouting flowers

The young sapling
Beside the great fallen pine
All its needles brown

Stooping to pick the
First bluberries, lake water
Dripping from my hat

Two painted turtles
Emerge from the green algae
For a morning kiss

Dragged out of bed
The thick summer air
A heavy blanket

Somewhere in between
New crops and manicured lawns
Coneflowers bloom