Category Archives: Spring

Promise

The dryer drum squeaks complaints but keeps on turning- song for a dim day Snow comes first as rain- all falls from the same close sky carrying Winter Soft rains of Summer raised up all that has fallen- earth receives … Continue reading

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haiku for winter composting

black susurration of compost from the shovel cold whispers of Spring

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Tanka for Today

Scarlet leaves tremble At Winter’s first suggestion- Change disturbs us all.- Living strong through Winter’s grip Returns us to Spring’s fresh growth.

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Catalpa Sonnet

Catalpa tree’s the last to show in Spring, The last to fall away when autumn comes, No showy reds or oranges draw the eye- A bit of yellow just suggests it’s done. But when it throws its orchids at your … Continue reading

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Open

This is the time we thought We would dance freely together That future of open hands Shining days of open hearts Of loud singing in the cities. Where are the saints of our longing? Where is the marriage of intellect … Continue reading

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Sonnet for My Bitter Friend

My friend, you harm yourself, I think, too much With those grey-tinted blinders that you wear, Interpreting a soft word, loving touch As mean encroachment, not as kindly care. The world is harsh to you in your perception; Your every … Continue reading

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Tanka for the Beauty of Trees

In the world of trees factories spew oxygen take just what they need- if their beauty were enough we could live and breathe freely

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