a few haiku

Month: August, 2012

squirrels

running away

from everything

 

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bright blue of the recycling bin someone else’s Labor Day

morning sun the silver of the spider’s night work

faintest wind chimes pinecones at the end of summer

dust in the autumn wind footprints on the moon

the rise of mountains my golden mistake

wind beats the leaves I trust the long journey of blood

a dog eating grass in the rain peonies droop

dawn chorus the clicks of supplements in a tiny bowl

now and then dragonflies tempt me into the sun