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clear summer nights
our love shining forever
in all the twinkling stars
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clear summer nights
our love shining forever
in all the twinkling stars
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“transitioning”
·
another way to say
mom’s getting ready
to be with dad again
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tangeringe groves
the deepest orange —
the smell of citrus
licks my lips
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reflections
·
old pond . . .
floating between the stars
the summer moon
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(These two haiku were actually written 07/26/23 and 07/27/23)
v1
07/26/23
stark white walls —
through open windows
the colors of sunset
warm the room
v2
07/27/23
stark white walls —
through open windows
the colors of sunset
paint the room
.
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tree frog
out on a limb
hoping to catch
a butterfly kiss
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dandelion puffs
* * * * * *
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gravity
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ebbtide —
seagull feathers
line the shore
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grown older
I wear the earth’s riches —
gold on my finger
silver
in my hair
.
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your final words —
I can’t take it,
let me go —
angels
were calling your name
version 2:
your final words —
I can’t take it,
let me go —
the wind
was calling your name
.
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in sobriety
we are that spark of life
the fire in the stars
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everywhere rainbows!
sunshine
raindrops
stained glass window panes
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hot summer days —
relief as the sun sets
crickets
tuning their strings
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daily crossword —
coffee sharp pencils —
my brain tangled
searching for words
.
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Vegetable Gardening
#1
shaking packets
of old veggie seeds
wondering
will you still grow?
#2
patience
–
the time it takes
the first seed
to break the soil
.
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your brown, my green —
whenever our eyes met
the only color was love
.
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hot summer days
happy cat sleeping
on toppled box fan
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hot summer days
spring blossoms gone —
trees blooming now
with butterflies
.
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summer heat
— swat —
trying not to become
a new
mosquito playground
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wading in the pond —
glistening grey stones
tiny fish
darting away
.
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the dog days of summer —
under deep-shaded trees
neighborhood cats, sleeping
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summer gardening —
feeling the night’s coolness
hidden deep in the soil
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fields of red —
juicy strawberries
sweetened
by summer’s kiss
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memories
·
my hands cradle
the warmth of the mug —
fresh kona coffee
and you
.
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summer symphony
frogs’ songs
crickets’ chirps
blending in the wind
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new bottle of dills —
in a real pickle
trying to open the jar
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late night mist
yet look!
a single star
sparkljng in the lake
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the smell of pine —
everywhere
the forest’s magic
dancing in the air
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juicy peaches
way out of reach —
then daddy nails
a can on a stick!
.
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summer adventures —
hiding on lazy country roads
strawberry stands!
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