A Collection of Haiku
She sits at the wall
Shaded by a locust tree
Spinning a blue thread
In the small spaces
Where the moss and spiders live
A private dampness
Exhausted by day
Distrusting of the darkness
She closed the shutters
The ancient forests
Compressed by the weight of time
Are blood of the wars
When I fly in dreams
I go to my childhood home
Where it's safe and sure
Above the ruins
The king demands his share
Of worship and fear
Irrepressible
Capricious spring lifts her skirt
Barefoot - she dances
Cold and deeply blue
A pacific sea surges
Its waves smooth the sand
Below my boot soles
Poetry is ground water
A spring of fresh verse
With calmness it waits
Brilliantly unambitious
Almost a secret
Some clouds are weightless
Consumed by the sky's allure
Others spill to earth
Anticipation
Gardening is a belief
In what is to come
It flies from the tree
Conferring a gorgeous song
Farewell or hello?
Elegant gestures
Poppies open - turn sunward
A bee stops to drink
I am bound for home
Closer to the beginning
Just beyond the hill
Shall she hide her fears
On the highest closet shelf
Behind doubt and pain
a midnight terror
the sheet creased from the clenching
tears on the pillow
A surrounding heat
The dog goes under the shed
Cicadas clicking
I laugh at beauty
And its absurd miracles
Even as they die
None can make true peace
Who do not hold it in heart
With enough to share
Praise for the rotting
The bountiful detritus
Nourishment for more
Still shadows bereaved
Hats removed - something spoken
Leaves fall on the grave
All the days holy
I will do without prelates
Birds lead my worship
Colors bloom and fade
Greenness stays with conviction
The roots always fast
if i were a law
i would want to be repealed
or broken at least
Poems in the air
You can catch them in the breeze
Lest they drift away
i try to describe
one particular moment
that only i know
Now and tomorrow
Something always happens next
Answers then questions
Quail in the hollow
Deciding on this year’s nest
In bursage perhaps
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