a boat through water a dry hole, opened and closed with a soft gurgle grey-green water hides the bottom's sands shoaling up the boat bumps, then stops clouds close overhead the uncertain winds suggest it is time to reef wet explosive sigh dolphins surface alongside we see each other sailing the dark bay phosphorescent trail betrays wasteful propeller
All of the above were written after sailing from Sarasota to Apollo Beach in late October. Not being season-spacific, they are not really proper Haiku but it is one of my favorite compositional forms so I use it anyway. They are in chronological order (the first being rather generic) so they create an account of the passage.