final bucket list:
Do not make a bucket list
green frog is singing
Tag: Haiku
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Haiku: poetic license
poetic license….
flung to lime pond scum…“There frog!”
Nonrefundable!
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Haiku: Thief
Honeybees…. zing…zing
Divining pure sustenance
I take it from them!
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Haiku: dream
Winters harsh dream gone…
yet…seeping residue…angst
path on cracked blue ice.
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haiku
“What does the lake feel?”
Emerald depth
cold weighed down resisting
dreaded ascension
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haiku: walking Fuzz
dead leaves rasp the street
smashed turtle at our feet—blood
caution—slow approach
respectful soft sniff
looking up to me—confused?
unable to speak
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Haiku: our street
blinded windows locked
fireflies taunting us…blink…glow
mystic in plump dusk
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Haiku
shells fall as spring rain…
the widows child dies…and yet
hearts are leaping pups
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Weather
“What is this weather in my soul?
This nameless weather:
Squirrel’s flag-tail pulsating
A silent, nil day.
Exceptional drought……
memory’s ceaseless loop roils;
turkey vultures soar.
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Bird Haiku
Grackle
Brazen hundreds flaunt
their stuff, screaming their presence;
conquering the trees.
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Bluejay
Unsympathetic;
reigning, brassy-blue diva
of the canopy.
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Bluebird
The blue of God’s eyes;
with cheek-blushed breast, you flutter
in your dainty bath.
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Crow
Black hole against soft
sky blue as boy-baby blue;
harsh as a night scream.
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Mourning Dove
Flushed from brush in twos;
rattling chortles of wings lift
them to lowest limbs.
They call in soft glee.
Mistaken for sad laments,
their calls haunt our days.
Skeptical of bliss;
we refuse to hear pure joy
of a gleeful heart.
Belated Words 