Haiku in August

 (and senryu)

vegan now –

yet I still kill

cockroaches

*

silly galah

not looking left or right

trots across the road

9/8/24

hydrangea bushes –

memories of Dad

in our old garden

*

pink and blue

hydrangeas en masse

their tiny florets

11/8/24

so many ways ...

so many ways to poem

explored over countless years –

until I forget most of

(Blackjack poems have 21 syllables, 7 to each line.)