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More in It is what it is Haiku: Series 61. the white cat wretching wet grass in the cool spring dawn a puddle reflects 2. seven smooth dry stones a path in the early morn a curved river 3. dead leaves rustle by the brook swollen floods from spring. 4. smashed green glass long reeds hum and sway the dew is silent. 5. sweat, stillness, black bugs the crack of a swatting hand gold sun over the mountain 6. a loon calls deer and bambi wait for silence 7. a tanned hand holds fish the summer ends blood in the lungs. 8. shadows dance and shrink the sun dips behind a cloud a shiver. 9. purple orange a fish jumps through the reflection. 10. oatmeal boils nearby the door slides open loudly the boat rocks gently 11. a large lab barks orange dirt falls to the road a mosquito buzzes. 12. a drop of rain splashes the cold rocks shade the puddle 13. hot july sunlight a beech tree sways a squirrel finds the feeder. 14. a woodpecker pecking winter grows near the moon rises. 15. no ducks echo black puddles in the white mountains an oar slices the darkness. 16. acorn bounces and rolls wet August heat rots the compost a squirrel flees 17. cold green moss an icy spring atop a mountain dead pine needles 18. a tiny waterfall mist in the summer morning no fish swim or eggs 19. two birds fight for food one bird leaves no food. 20. ink on parchment poetry painted in moonlight sleep until dawn. |
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