Haikus in a Summer Garden

Shadow of a crow
glides across my garden
mirroring the clouds.

The morning sun burns,
soaking my neck and shoulders
With noon’s misplaced heat.

Persistent breezes
tickle lilacs, whispering
Remember my kiss.

Blue heavens open,
welcoming hummingbirds. Trees
murmur soulful odes.

Peace in the corners,
like tender shoots in springtime,
grows only with care.