Homage to National Poetry month  and the return of more suitable golfing weather.


April grass grows green.

Springtime skies bring wind and dust.

I approach the tee.

Clouds laugh.


Stand at the tee box.

Aim for the stars and the sky.

Can not see the flag.


Oh little white ball

Nested in grass so deep green.

Where will you fly next?


Soar into the sky—

Bump along the rocky trail—

Please sink this last putt.

4 thoughts on “Golf Haiku

  1. Yeah, you’ve got a lively haiku to submit to the SWWriters contest.

    I’m here in Pagosa until Saturday, working steadily on revising my manuscript.

    Vicky Ramakka Aztec, New Mexico Let your capital be simplicity and contentment. – Henry David Thoreau, naturalist and author.



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