Toddler granddaughter
Spots dihedral overhead,
Points, declares, “Airplane!”
Bruce Stambaugh
August 28, 2011
Category: poem
Lunch date
Doe nibbled at the
sea of alfalfa while I
ate my egg salad.
Bruce Stambaugh
August 25, 2011
Walking with grandsons
“Hold my hand, Poppy.”
The sweetest words ever heard
on my daily stroll.
Bruce Stambaugh
August 19, 2011
Marshy field
Beside oat soldiers
squads of geese, ducks and shorebirds
glean the marshy field.
Bruce Stambaugh
August 16, 2011
Aviary gleaning
Swallows encircle
the farmer and his mower,
a whirling harvest.
Bruce Stambaugh
July 30, 2011
Wren haiku
Warbling mother wren,
fledglings rattle from gourd house.
Satisfaction reigns.
Bruce Stambaugh
July 29, 2011
Compassion haiku
Compassion is not
fully understood until
it’s humbly received.
Bruce Stambaugh
June 12, 2011
