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Few Haiku
More moon
Full moon graces still
A perfect coin of creme color
Slowly rises up the branches
To meet the wispy clouds with
deep reflective light
And step among the stars
To embrace eyes and minds
And I’d like to think it is
Noticed by the waves of people
broken from daily routine
To feel this time, silence
And stand in awe
Underneath that Moon
That shares the navigation
Rounding the burning sun
And we live on
In perfect timing of night
To the wake of the moon
This Old Building
Melt
Released from pristine
windblown banks
water rushes:
braiding liquid
shining and clear,
glistening fish scales
hinting at noon sun
and open thoughts,
processing and churning
finally into puddles
smooth and relaxed.
After Snowfall
Short thing about the Long sky
More Snow
Today the sky hovered
low over the tips of trees
And pressed upon our skulls
as if to make sure
we knew it was there
And today the sky
wallowing in white/gray
opposed contrasting darks
of shadowed earth tones
where we live and then
Today the sky
freed bits of itself
once knitted into grief
Shedding lost flakes
that drifted silently
to their fate covering
the darkened ground
to someday return
to tomorrow’s sky.
The leaves wanted to dance
The leaves wanted to dance
The ones remaining on the trees
Long into the chilled air of winter
Rolled up and seeped of color
They rattled in the wind
When it blew through the branches
They were tiny maracas of percussion
Or a xylophone of bird bones
Shushing and stepping and tapping
The sound of dead leaves
Trying to dance