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Haiku
the darkening hills a triumvirate of crows in the glowing gloom
Beneath that secretive smile A strong hot thrust From a sidewalk grate….
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liquid blue nightgown made of lighter fare floats in romance of autumn air a ballerina in an erotic dance longing to join that v-trail in th…
Pappa always told me that you should never tell all you… and I found it to be good advice I recall the time I got back from… with my winter stores back in ‘39
Life has a way of playing the vile… Or, providing an evener, some migh… I, who did not want to go to war, Seeing the senselessness of it, Stayed at home to work the farm -
seek the council of wild things in… leaves that turn their silver side… before the rain slender reeds that accept and bend they will sew your words abroad
I am a tree beside the water my ancient roots run deep and wide in Mother Earth as one body dies
Seagulls hovering Uneven hills encircle Tide pool reflection
see them standing in glass houses clutching stones of fear anxiety suits and shoes boots and jeans makeup and hair powdered and perfumed
white-rimmed waves crawl reluctantly shore ward moody city skyline rebuffs shafts of sunshine cloud confusion
Early morning mist Loon fishing quiet water Shining wake behind
come sit beneath my branches and read to me from dead poets for I am old all texture and symmetry a conspiracy of cocoons
a cold moon filters down through the purple asters no explorers have returned with caterpillar robes and dandelion gold
little lies, seeds of thyme shallow-rooted, often sewn cover the largest stone yet a tree springs from a single seed