Category: morning
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early morning haiku
did you just write this, if you didn’t take a photo? why leave it to chance? 3-2-21
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Morning side of acorn tree
Across the path along water’s edge on morning side of acorn tree Flits a shadow – I look left restless bird in bare bush White face, brown feathered cap ornithologists call it nut hatch Now two, flit on twiggy branches land, rise up and leap, again Why they chose this bush to dance I don’t…
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morning mantra
On the distant side of the park you hear voices talking; you do not understand what is said; it is only important that on the distant side of the park you hear voices talking; you do not understand what is said; it is only important that on the distant side of the park you hear…
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Sunday morning along the pond
Mist shimmers Over reedy pond Gold finches flock Dressed in muted winter gowns Sing four note ostinati From tree to tree Green hooded mallard Glides graceful Courts brown mottled female Along the southern shore Ghost white egret Stalks the shallows Great blue heron Sits low on water Lowers legs, rises up Like an offshore oil…
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two haikus
darkness does not fall it slowly lays down to rest so it is not hurt morning does not break it wears rosy pink panties under its blue jeans 11-21-20
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morning reverie
In the half-light I read While mom argues with herself She says you have daylight Don’t waste electricity Then says I will hurt my eyes Reading in bad light Mom made up her truisms To fit her need to correct Soon it will be full daylight And she will go back inside 11-2-20
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October’s slaying moon
Because night’s chill lingers in morning shadows I step off our porch, sit in light upon an old brick wall Listen as a cadenced beat portends the pillage of red stained leaves piled up upon the ground 10-3-20
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a walk at dusk
yellow rose western sky in the East Aegean blue long shadow walk I heard the day before an old friend’s wife transitioned her name was Rose blue sky morning transitions to rain 9-28-20 (for my childhood friend, Chuck Shannon)