Haiku #191 – #195

191.

July begins,
But not suffering.
A fat magpie fluffs its wings.

192.

Verbena boxed
By canes and string.
Nature knows parameters.

193.

A bystander, limted
by their word,
Will not disrupt or intervene.

194.

I saw flames in the carpet.
Summer sends its messages
To my subconscious, anon.

195.

These messages thrust
Upwardly the threat
Of my own complacency.