cord wound round their trunks
in a rope rectangle, the
trees play cat’s cradle.
haiku by glass half full
trying out the app
haiku from the blackberry
oh very handy
limber branches bend
clouds scurry overhead, while
chimes play in the breeze
haiku by glass half full
her tail wags as she
hopes for another morsel
to drop on the floor
haiku by diane
the smashed postbox is
taped to a bent metal pole
but still holds junk mail
haiku by diane
