Never mind April showers, we’ve had a session of rain all day. Rain all night. Rain while I’m walking. Being dripped on. Puddles. Grey skies. There has to be something good going on: bringing up seeds, toddlers making splashes …
rain bounces
off the windshield
hopscotch
bargain rate
weekend –
heavy rain
steady rain …
the slow growth
of a poem
the last haiku was first published in Shamrock
A Summer Father … poems as deceptively simple and cunning as a sniper’s bullet. This book is a Remembrance Day poppy. Dave Margoshes