Cumulus Aperitif
Rumps down on grass, all stiff and dry,
wine glasses poised, to watch up high.
An appetizer for our paddle:
cloud-show playing, did us addle!
Mouths dropped open, not for sips
but at flashes, strikes and rips.
Light-cracks went down, and some across,
inner rumblings, gods were cross?
Pink in the folds, dust blue up high,
some purple there, oh me oh my!
Moon Eye
Fish, mouth open, laughing cloud,
porpoise tongue, don't speak aloud.
Moon-eye shine! we want to gaze,
upon your shape-change in the haze.
Ripple Haiku
Kayaks on water
Pushing ripples under moon
Bats flit around us
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