Setting Of October’s Super Moon: Haiku
I’m cross-posting these poems in my CyranoWriter.com creative writing blog.

I’m cross-posting these poems in my CyranoWriter.com creative writing blog.

It is often so/ that when we clear dross and junk,/ we find wonderful. Using a loping shears to clear underbrush and non-native privet from around the hardwood trees in my back yard reveals an undergrowth of black-eyed susans and other hidden wildflowers. Sometimes you have to burn the grasses and weeds from large fields,…
I emersed me in/ woods, hoping to stop dying./ I must bathe more oft.
Hi, my deep-rooted/ woods friends. I’m sad I’ve not been/ near. I’ll tread barefoot.
When planting gardens, / you shouldn’t confuse okra/ pods with Orca pods.
The fields are bursting brightwith wildflower’d colors:Purple,red,orange,yellow,blue,white. I didn’t know.I missed the wildflower show.It’s tragic what you don’t see,hear,smell,taste,feel,when you lockyourself inside. I’m not surprised,nor mad.Just a little sad,yet gladI soon enough realizedthe wildflower blissI might havecompletely missed. I’ll do better.
A couple of months ago, I was mulling over what to do with the long grasses which are covering the north part of my property. I know some of the clumps are non-native and invasive species, while the other grasses seemed to be thatched pretty heavily, not allowing anything to grow. In addition, these grasses…