elf owls
nesting
in the stately Saguaro
a vermillion sunset
the old gold mine
abandoned in the desert
a laughing baby
heat wave—
no money left
to buy bottled water
strolling through the park,
her shade umbrella in hand—
summer butterfly
a ramshackle house
beneath the cottonwoods
laundry in the wind
a faint trickle
in the wide arroyo
dust devils
only wheel tracks
among the mesquite—
Aqua Fria River
racing through brush
the roadrunner disappears
wildflowers in bloom
along Indian Trail
the skull of an ox
a speck of silver
lightning strikes
through billowed gray clouds—
Mogollon Rim
Cinquain Sequence
Beware the False Gift
What now
a Trojan Horse?
Those sails were deceptive!
The prize of freedom is ruthless
watching.
A gift!
Truly, you jest!
No soldier leaves prizes
for his enemy to plunder!
A trick!
Beware—
the gift of death,
a fatal sting awaits.
Keep the gates barred and man the watch
all hours.
"beach" Haiku Thread
