haiku about Early Harvest

Richard Tice

at night they come zombie squirrels for my strawberries —Richard Tice

a fig in each beak summer flies away —Michèle Boyle Turchi

snipping green beans into equal pieces summer schedule —Kathy Goldbach

Santa Anna winds— on the vine stewed tomatoes —Seretta Martin

mushroom picking my empty bucket beside his full one —Jacquie Pearce

windrowed alfalfa— I awaken to the scent of a first cutting —Judith Schallberger

summer— fresh raspberry stains on my shirt —Jill Lange

strawberry picking the hallelujah chorus note by note —Kat Lehmann