haiku twenty nine

hollyhocks peep in virgin snow

moon silvering

stars come and go

…

haiku twenty eight

fresh off the ‘plane’ :

the dog lies

by the wood stove

pretending not to notice me

…

haiku twenty seven

december sunset

warms the front pews

the old priest turns

…

haiku twenty six

gulls shriek

red kite tumbles through blood red sun

black clouds roll in

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haiku twenty five

Dusk at three

little owl in the crack willow

swears at the cold old blackbird

…

haiku twenty four

the green eyes say

‘i love you’

her last sigh

…

haiku twenty three

the bumblebee

investigates my perfume

and leaves

…

haiku twenty two

until light

thin cry of young blackbird

beneath my window

haiku twenty

green eyes blink

as she smooths the cool white paws –

mouse long gone…

haiku nineteen

village graveyard –

sweeping autumn leaves

from my ancestors

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