Sunday Morning


I woke up to rain and thunder and wet dog kisses,
A nice way to wake up from rambling dreams.

We walk through the tree showers.
Avoiding puddles forming in sidewalk cracks.
The breeze is low and slow
bringing the fragrance of the early morning rain.
The neighborhood is quiet and still
– the only sound is our breath and
the beat of my sandals on the asphalt road.

summer fields  (copyright rhudgins 2014)

summer fields (copyright rhudgins 2014)

July fields are strewn with coreopsis and daisies.
The morning sun peaks between the clouds
with a promise of hotter days.

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About rhudgins

I have recently retired and moved to the mid-west. We are learning how to live with relatives near by and are having fun living by Old Man River. I enjoy Haiku and photography and weaving. I have black belt in Kenai, and Isshinryu karate From Harp Karate in Rochester, NY.
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