Summer is golden
butterscotch, January
skim milk, thin weak pale.
Winter sun
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Tag Archives: garden
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 