Category: nature
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Job fair on Mt. Horeb
It wasn’t the burning, but the talking, the order giving, commands to go back to the scene of the crime and making demands and threats. Killing non-combatants in a war of words between empire and the kingdom of heaven has nothing to do with burning. The shall nots are easy; do nothing and you win.…
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haiku waking in our son’s house
dream walk new landscapes wake in cool night of the mind inhaling new worlds 5-9-21
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mid-morning rain haiku
scent your hair with rain drops from finger tips of trees fragrant rot of spring 5-3-21
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untitled Ridvan poem
in the deepest trench of the ocean drops that once fell upon the tops of the highest mountains still retain memories of the sun 4-28-21 (Today is the Baha’i holy day, The 9th Day of Ridvan and during prayer this came to me.)
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haiku morning sun
Morning sun through hazeBefore day’s heat arrivesWater your flowers 4-27-21
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lazy day haiku
windy afternoon silent shadows dance on blinds leaf hands up applause 4-21-21
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Haiku Meditation on a Sunday Morning Sitting by the Remains of Last Night’s Fire with a Cup of Coffee Watching Birds in the Park Across the Street at Sunrise
1) Sunday morning shoes canvas loafers don’t need shined Dad would not approve 2) ash remembers fire when flames don’t stay the night trees filter morning 3) crow stares with one eye red birds forage for breakfast jays flash blue on green 4-18-21
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Looking for an omen
An hour before the sun Owl hoots in your backyard tree Two longs, two shorts, a long and a short Over and over and over Maybe it’s wearing ear buds And talking to an owl on the other side of town Or maybe, when it’s agitated, it talks to itself, too You get out of…
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