A haiku a day...

Friday

Caught in a rain storm,

Sheltering from lightning as,

puddles become rivers.

Saturday

A humming chorus

as bees pay homage to the 

ephemeral blooms.

Sunday

Hanging fabric streams

in my little souk wardrobe,

living out my dreams.

Monday

Quiet on the streets,

empty for Easter but for 

our foreign chatter.

Tuesday

That smell after rain,

of earth and new foliage

getting a spring clean.

Wednesday

I push seeds into

dark earth: there, magic happens,

I just have to wait.

Thursday
Blue haze, dark downpour,
the sky can't make up its mind today
so I stay inside.

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