The Heron's Nest
a haikai journal ... 

washed windows
a place to splatter
the spring rain

the child's face–
speckled eggs
in the abandoned nest

thunder clap
  the twins
     jump

early morning–
the slanted shadow
of the pink house

tornado warning–
the sprinkler's
tiny  hiss

Winding garden path
a little girl splashes through
multi-colored puddles

red plums
her steady hand slips
between the bees

dawn-tinged window
a cicada  s w e l l s
into its song

sheen of web
across a shattered pot
the barn's splintered light