Don Baird Haiku

cleaning house . . .

“in vino veritas,”
my latest song

sun flare
a hummingbird colors
my eyes

red clover
a lone bumblebee
sings his song

ocean spray
a few syllables land
on her diary

dream room
the unusual path
of forgetting

window sill —
the fading footprints
of a pink giraffe

missing her friend, tears
run along the cheekbone

clouds cross paths a heart knows

falling leaf . . .
a spider leads
the way

empty shell —
someone I know
lost at sea

day moon —
a starfish surfs
my thoughts