poem
the left stone lion
is wet from rain
and proud of it
days before
a robin told him
that rain will come
and it seems
that this robin
is wise
(AW, Aug 2026)
haiku
look at it
this evil drought
has its end now
heat in forecast
my body insists
it's already fall
possibly
the heat enthusiasts
hide in cellars
you just walk along
and beneath you
a much lower
groundwater level
a strong branch
of this tall tree
could hurt you
this tree told you a lot
this tree begged
now long intervals
between its whisper
summer sounds
the night's hum
of insects and tech
August heat
again too tired
to do all chores