.
summer nights
the glow of barbecue coals
fireflies
hang in midair
.
.
summer nights
the glow of barbecue coals
fireflies
hang in midair
.
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bluejays
sparrows
the neighborhood dog
everyone eats
out of kitty’s bowl
.
.
sunrise skies
the deepest purple —
plums
ready to drop
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.
summer heat
deep blue lake turned white —
swans
floating in the water
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Childhood Summer Magic
·
watered daily
my tiny garden
suddenly bursts
in purples, pinks and blues —
violets!
.
.
summer heat wave —
beneath my big-brimmed hat
a tiny patch of shade
.
spelling challenge —
finding salty words
in the alphabet soup
.
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in the crisper
waiting for mom
crunchy
iceberg
lettuce leaves
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hot dogs
sleeping bags
soft clover grass
girlfriends’ star-gazing
sleepover
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Childhood Memories
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early morning magic —
on the kitchen porch
icy bottles of milk!
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fireworks . . .
once
brilliant colors decorated the sky
now there is only noise
without you
.
.
deep in a barrel
of sawdust
the edges
of grandma’s dishes shine
.
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meditation . . .
the drone of giant fans
endless summer heat
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angry car
breaks Sunday silence . . .
young studs
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mount hagen decaf
cafe altura roast — my perfect
coffee blend
.
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my haiku —
tracing instants in time
visions to remember
to share
and yet
it all remains meaningless
without you
.
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luminescent tree frogs
leap
into the old pond
.
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sweet juices
sticky fingers
celebrating
the strawberry moon
·
(The full moon in June is sometimes called the
strawberry moon.
It falls near the end of California’s strawberry season
plus the full moon nearest the summer solstice
in June often has a reddish color.)
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neck craned
flapping his wings
duck
challenges reflection
in the water
.
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oh, my love —
·
haiku/verse
is holding me together
one syllable at a time
·
sending you my forever love
and tiny instant moments
seen in time
.
.
need ibuprofin —
squinting to read
the added ingredients
·
Whole Foods or Costco
long mysterious lists
are exactly the same!
.
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To Dad
childhood memories —
·
starfish and seagulls
hot summer trips to the coast
your unending love
·
Happy Father’s Day, Daddy!
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meteor showers . . .
there’s nothing
that doesn’t
remind me
of you
.
.
9 mph wind . . .
watching the conversation
of leaves
.
.
complete communication —
all we ever had to do
was touch
.

with dh gone
there is only grief
touching
everything
once written purely for joy
haiku is now my road
to sanity

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my tangled haiku —
I’d rather write new verse
than search for duplicates!
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our love . . .
going to movies
watching tv
always
holding hands
🙂
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ask
and ye shall receive —
“How much do you love Daddy?”
~
little arms stretched
as high as she can reach —
“All the way up to God’s house!”
.
.
24 hours a day
stretching to touch you
in God’s house
.
.
snarls and tangles
in yarn and haiku
untangle
to knit
or blog anew
.
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blueberry skies
wish we could have
purple fingers
together
again
.
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a widow’s grief
your final words
I can’t take it
let me go
032419
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white wings
soaring to freedom
geese
.
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operating on empty
with you gone
there’s nothing left of me
.
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43 years —
too short
an instant in time —
reaching to God’s house
to touch you
until we’re
together
again
Happy Birthday, Love
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spelling challenges —
finding salty words
in my alphabet soup
.
.
on the branches
of crooked old trees
tiny green leaves
dance
in spring’s breeze
.
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The River of Heaven . . .
searching for you in God’s house
beyond the ends of time
.
|
In the Far East, the spiral galaxy of several hundred billion stars |
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walking to
elementary school
crossing the shallow pond —
tadpoles!
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