Written for:  Carpe Diem #1057, Creek


summer creek
the fish in me getting
fish kisses

summer-hot hills
folding together
dry creek beds

without a boat
crossing the creek
pine shadow wind

© Jane Reichhold

the creek ripples
water circles grow
a pebble

© Chèvrefeuille (our host)

Here is my attempt:

wading in the creek
barefoot children in rolled pants
croaking frog

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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One Response to Creek

  1. I love the sequence of haiku – yours is filled with the life of summer

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