Here are two haiku from my recent trip north. The woods are several weeks behind Iowa, so the trees are still green-tipped and the skimmers (dragonflies) are plentiful! White-throated sparrows sang in the balsam scrub and warblers sang among the aspens.
dark pine needles
backlit against the gray sky –
distant thunder rumbles
the fir’s youngest branches
offer dragonfly
a place to rest
Lovely.