Like eyes heavy with
grief, grey clouds spill a steady
patter of sorrow.
Rain
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Like eyes heavy with
grief, grey clouds spill a steady
patter of sorrow.
Tag Archives: nature
Facebook status after the breakup
“There’s always rain at
the most appropriate times
in my life,” he wrote.
Stiff spring breeze
Tightly furled like clenched
fists, tentative red-tipped buds
sway on bare branches.
Daylight savings spring ahead
Night pushed back, a dark
blanket kicked aside as the
sun stays wide awake.
Tapping maples
Stark trees hide flowing
sap like a dormant love that
awakens in spring.
Almost spring
Snowpack seems solid
but underneath, droplets sing
of melting caverns.
Fishbowl
Bored orange nibbles
away black’s filmy fins. Sad
stubs flail lost beauty.
Longest night of the year
Soon, darkness recedes.
But tonight I wrap myself
in velvet-starred black.
Driving kids to camp
Flat mapped names turn in-
to forested hills, roads wind
towards adventure.
Already mid-July
And so summer goes
like fishing line cast into
swift moving waters
a haiku a day 