Two-line haiku

A sudden waft of perfume at 1:00 a.m.: night-blooming cereus.

Six hours of broken sleep. I wake to find a web across my door.

I eat the good half of a hairy peach as quickly as I can.

Distant tropical storm. A small flock of migrants gusts around the yard.

Above the blue-and-while dogwood berries, a blue-and-white warbler.