Outside the wind chimes
plead, usually placid
notes wrenching, piercing.
Windy night
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Outside the wind chimes
plead, usually placid
notes wrenching, piercing.
Category Archives: garden
January thaw
Sodden ground swampy
a mash of leaves, plants, flowers
once distinct, now soup.
Winter sun
Summer is golden
butterscotch, January
skim milk, thin weak pale.
Overlooked
Forgotten summer
umbrella aged by winter’s
wig of heavy snow.
Buckingham Fountain
What naiad dances
in your pulsing, surging heart,
calling me to her?
Stiff spring breeze
Tightly furled like clenched
fists, tentative red-tipped buds
sway on bare branches.
Early daffodils
Like green periscopes
tiny shoots peer from muddy
beds searching for sun.
a haiku a day 