Finishing the month,
 
I reach for pen and paper—
 
butterfly haiku!

 
 

Staying wild and free
 
like a heron or a bee—
 
that’s the life for me!

 
 

Fragrance of cocoa
 
stains the summer morning air—
 
chocolate daisies bloom.

 
 

Little brown sparrow,
 
do you know a summer song
 
to ease my sorrow?

 
 

To a distant place
 
I plan a three-month journey—
 
there, wild dahlias bloom.

 
 

California drought—
 
all umbrellas at Goodwill
 
ninety percent off

 
 

Drought-time conundrum:
 
How many rains will it take
 
to soften the earth?

 
 

While the war drags on,
 
glimpses of cream-white dahlias
 
hearten the weary.

 
 

In a blue glass vase
 
I place three yellow roses
 
and savor their scent.

 
 

Shrinking waterfall,
 
when you’ve been reduced to dust,
 
the willows will mourn.