midday sun--
a tree frog on the french door
turns translucent
—Mary Chapman
About the author: My name is Mary Chapman; I am married and the mother of three boys. I have always enjoyed reading poetry. My interest was sparked while in High School. We were challenged by an English teacher to write a love poem. It was not until recently that I became interested in haiku. I also write short stories and poetry. My favorite all time poet is Edgar Allen Poe.
indian summer
the veins of the cameleon's
translucent open mouth
shattered windows
broken in a dream--
childhood home
nighttime windowpane
an anole curves with starred feet
swallows mosquitos
the river's tide
a hungry dog
catching the moon over the waves
icing
to the fence with nettles
a dog is pissing
Albania,10.12. 005
midfall
in full song--
crickets, cicadas, and katydids
Vines begin to climb
as morning glory shoots up
portulaca weaves
Petals catch the light
Whirls of blossoms wake the senses
nature is rattled