Category: morning
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haiku after darkness spins away
grey goose appears white as it rises up in flight on bright morning light 5-11-22
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On the Eastern edge of central time
sun bright, rise up sky blue, morning wake shadow long, grass green lilac pink, dandelion yellow lift wing, bird sing dove coo, roof top crow caw, tree pine wind soft, wind cool coffee brew, coffee warm coffee sip, morning good 5-20-22
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wet wood wind haiku
the morning after wind plays liquid rattle song dripping last night’s rain 7-2-22
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morning news
neck coiled beak sharp ready to strike blue heron waits standing still stalking shallow shadows waiting for breakfast to make a mistake you watch fascinated unable to look away 7-10-22
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haiku summer
squirrels still wear fur earth tilts towards summer sun comes on skeeter wings ___ colors flit and flash ask the why of common names damsel or dragon ___ pray before breakfast get your walk in early, please find some shade and sit 7-16-22
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Glass house
Morning walk White-haired lady asks what goes on In the ball diamond parking lot at night The flip flops, condoms and panties I say I try not to judge She takes up where she left off I smile and say I refuse to judge you By what you did fifty years ago She blushes, looks…
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Monday morning
He stirs last night’s ash Blows a spark to flame Sips his coffee warm Nods to the night shift nurse, who goes four times around the park Smiles at the muscle shirt dude Who walks three dogs and never scoops Greets the bright colored walking stick lady All dressed in white Watches an anole race…
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viradescent haiku
squirrel climbs fence post surveys gentle good morning leaps up into green 7-31-22
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Blue coffee cup
Before deep shadows grow into bright my blue coffee cup and I go for a walk. Red breasted robin lands at my feet, ambles forward on spindly legs in front of me. I veer left towards the pond; it rises up and flies off to my right. Birds don’t talk human and I don’t tweet…
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Deep blue heron
On mornings When fishing is better On the close bank We startle one another I, heavy-footed Coffee cup in hand You, wading the shallows All long legged Rising up to flee Heading west Turning north Over the tennis courts I prefer mornings When we don’t startle one another I watch as you patiently pluck The…
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