tiny coterie
summer toads wait in ambush
cycle is renewed
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Day 23. Very small rubber eraser translucent toads appear on the glass of my kitchen door each summer beginning their night hunting.
Tag Archives: haiku
haiku for shifting up
spring kept pace with sludge
now it’s pedal to the metal
life is greening fast
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Day 18.
haiku for green champagne
green is rising fast
froths of spring arrive daily
from the wetland floor
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NaPoWriMo Day 13. walked with the dogs in my favorite wetland today.
haiku for nearly
each day brings more green
apple tree buds grow fatter
the bear is nearby
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Day 12. each day brings us closer to an explosion of green. there are five bears up on the mountain flanks behind Bear Farm. they tend to visit this time of year.
haiku for day 8
bowl beside the bed
scented petals pull me in
gardenia bliss
haiku for return of light with notes
morning light in eyes
beams peek past the window edge
a friend has returned
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this morning the sun returned from its winter sojourn away from my window, continuing the slow dance from solstice to equinox, right to left. shining across the bed and into my eyes. a welcome thing in the pit of winter.
haiku for a winter saturday with notes
snowfall perfection
singular joins the many
floating from the sky
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saturdays mean one can exhale. today there are no chores or projects in an old house always in need. today will be spent with friends, mingling our joyous and foolish dogs, and gathering for a meal. there will be much laughter. the mind will stretch. a gift.
a haiku for the first world (with notes)
cyber monday comes
these hours of grasping chaos
a no contact sport
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today being the second busiest day of the run up to Christmas, I could not resist a poke at it. I will be in the belly of the beast today, determined to keep my sense of humor intact.
haiku for Sunday with notes
winter morning’s dark
dogs wait blots against the rug
bach fugues dance softly
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music and sunday mornings go hand in hand for me. the dogs are stretched out against the soft jewel tones of the old oriental rug on the dining room floor, in the soft lamplight of early morning. baroque music on the radio. coffee next!
haiku for Monday with notes
moon’s afterglow fades
star shapes sink into the trees
Orion still hunts
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living at the foot of a mountain means a casual glance outside is usually framed by tall pines, or stars dipping below the horizon just above the house. the seasonal sky shift is here, with winter favorites like Orion returning. the night sky has been clear most nights, and the stars have been bright in spite of the recent full moon.
haiku for a cold Monday
edges after frost
silver rims the still green leaf
tree crowns lit by sun
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we have had our first truly cold nights. things are dying back. the sun comes up later over the mountain arm, and light proceeds down from the tree tops. today I start feeding the birds again.
a haiku for shedding constraints
my mind cuts loose from
fettered forms and uptight prompts
needing to fly free
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not to make the note longer than the haiku, but the Day 11 NaPoWriMo prompt made my brain hurt.
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