on the nightstand
three stacked books
of haiku
on the nightstand
three stacked books
of haiku
resting on the wing
of an eagle statue
three starlings
warm winter day –
motorcycles come growling
from hibernation
freshly bathed dog —
odd-shaped wet marks
on every rug
trail run —
tree branches extending
high fives
almost december —
missing the taste of summer
berries and sweet love