.
summer heat
strawberries
cherries
overnight oats —
breakfast from the fridge!
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summer heat
strawberries
cherries
overnight oats —
breakfast from the fridge!
.
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voices of water —
the babble of shallow brooks
the silence of majestic lakes
.
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the smell of purple —
field after field
overflowing
with lavender blooms
.
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summer evening —
filtered sunlight
shines
through frosted
window panes
.
.
summer evening
the setting sun’s
radiant goodbye —
streaks
of golden light
.
.
summer riches
honeybees and bumblebees
creating golden wealth
.
.
a trilogy
–
sunrise
teasing shadows
out of the ground
–
noontime
morning shadows
burnt to a crisp
–
sunset
nudging afternoon shadows
into the ground
.
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oh love,
I felt you leave
felt your life slip away
taking with it
ll the love in your eyes
and yet
there you are
every night
smiling at me —
your spirit dancing
with all the shining stars
.
.
summer leaves
dance in the wind —
mint
pistascio
seafoam green
.
.
hanging
in grandma’s garage
grandpa’s saddle . . .
broken memories
.
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my sober sisters
walk on with me, sweet ladies —
sobriety still rock.
.
cupping my hands
I catch
falling stars
touching your love
shining down on me
.
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no haiku today
jhe noteBook where it lives
js playing hooky too
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Pick Up Sticks!
a game I loved as a child
and now?
I love my
Pifk Up Stick!
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twilight . . .
the only sound
raindrops
tapping
on the roof
.
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spring daybreak —
hidden in the rain
sunlight
and all the colors
of the rainbow
.
.
.
teflon frying pans —
like my post-accident brain
very little sticks!
.
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springtime melodies —
listening to raindrops
patter
on
the
skylight
.
.
in the dark night
slinking corner to corner
the alley cat prowls
.
.
wild fields beyond
after the rain
twin rainbows kiss
the redwood fence
.
.
wilderness Wednesday
nips, clips, smells of trimmed grass —
the gardener’s here today!
.
.
birds with fluffed feathers
sing as day breaks —
streets glisten with rain
.
.
middle-earth excitement!
Bilbo and Frodo
celebrate Hobbit Day
.
.
puppy love —
our two girls
noses covered with dirt
tails wagging a storm
bark daddy! daddy!
come see the tunnel we built!
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This haiku was originally posted in March of 2016:
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spring rain
last summer’s picnic —
watermelon seeds
sprouting
.
.
jazz!
never lost
on the streets
of New Orleans
we followed the sounds —
saxophones
trumpets
violins
bent horns
.
.
fluffing their feathers
robins and bluebirds burst into song
their melodies celebrating
the first days of spring
.
.
crescent moon
icicles hang
in the window pane
.
.
spring rain
last year’s garden
ready for seeds
.
.
overcast morning
golden sunlight breaks through —
all across the garden
honeybees dance
celebrating
the first day of spring
.
.
early spring morning
PaPa bird
digging for worms
.
.
spring magic!
wearing all shades of green
leprechauns leap and twirl
dancing through fields
of lucky four-leaf clover
.
.
fresh cut grass
sprinkler wet sidewalks
ice-cream truck bells —
spring weekends
at grandma’s
.
.
with swooping strokes
edged in white
birds paint
the winter grey sky
.
.
sunny afternoon
blue jays bathing
in the sprinkler mist
.
.
late winter rain
holding you against me
I feel the warmth of your arms
your lips touching mine —
celebrating memories
at 71
.
.
swallowed
by dense morning fog
the foothill’s
deep
evergreen pines
.
.
winter’s jewels —
icy frost crystals glitter
on the windowsill
.
.
cold icy night
shining into infinity
all the brilliant stars
.