RunHaiku

Spider’s basket trap
Catching the forest sunlight
Anticipation

Poplar leaves
Crashing on an
Unseen shore

Low clouds
Catching the early light
Counting our days

Silent morning
The first touch of
The sun’s warmth

Brown back
Of the whitetail whispers
Through the trees

Hints of cedar, pine

Smooth freshwater finish

Taste of a trail

Little striped stinker
Permitted to go
Any pace he likes

The wheels on the bike
Going round and round and round
All through the town

Sharing pace
And laps
And smiles

Has the summer
Air ever felt
So young