four haiku with a tanka couplet

The moon in the trees

tangles between the branches

and the budding leaves.

Last night a small owl

hooted in the chinquapin

to the dogs chagrin.

A hummingbird sits

at the top of the burr oak;

the breeze barely breathes.

The brief Texas spring

moves quickly into summer.

Heat holds the air still.

The dogs lounge beneath the trees;

a squirrel fusses from the fence.

(April 17, 2022)