I tend to do these in batches. Some days are just haiku days.

 

Wiggle your bare toes in
the loamy earth, feel
energy run through you
*
*
The wind is shouting through
the trees, not subtle,
demanding attention
*
*
The windchimes take the brunt
of the wind’s anger:
what a clanging they make
*
*
The leaves clatter against
the sidewalk: they, too,
flee from the angry wind
*
*
Why is the wind angry?
Railing against the
bad we do to the earth?
*
*
Sky so bright a blue your
heart might burst with joy
(but you pray it doesn’t)