goldfinch masks return
red wing songs are heard again
spring’s first robin lands
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NaPoWriMo day 5
Tag Archives: haiku
a haiku for jays
vivid rowdy blues
so much beauty sharply etched
raucus calling party birds
a haiku for ravens
thuggish calls in flight
swift and dangerous patrols
small creatures tremble
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we have ravens here, not crows. they rumble through, sweeping over the arm of Monadnock, always on the lookout. our feeders are sheltered in the lea of lilacs, canopied by a long suffering apple tree. when the ravens come, our small birds and chipmunks hesitate but do not run.
a haiku for late summer
teeming life on wing and leg
constant movement in their search
to feed renewal
a haiku for aggie
morning coolness flows
big dog with me constant love
anchoring my thoughts
a haiku for Jon
a gift flowed to us
creativity and love
sent back in prayer
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for Jon Katz
A haiku for Diane
gentle loving soul
possessed of many talents
a warrior’s heart
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in memory of Diane Smythe. I was not going to write for the last day of NaPoWriMo 2014, but felt compelled to do so for someone who had great personal courage and such a beautiful way of looking at her world.
a haiku for breakfast
small mouths being fed
fuel of the day for us all
loving kitchen sounds
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for day 29 of NaPoWriMo 2014
a haiku for lateness
snow is late to leave
spring has come in full measure
no less welcome now
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for Day 21 of NaPoWriMo 2014. “better to be late than never” ~ Peter Sellers
a haiku for peace
a joy that renews
rebirth of life and hope
the woods are reborn
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for Day 20, Easter Sunday, NaPoWriMo 2014. catching up.
rhythm
red squirrel is graceful
moving in then out for seeds
almost keeping time
I love the rhythmic movement of the squirrels at “their” feeder in the crotch of our apple tree, reaching down to take a seed, then up, then down again. For Day 17 of NaPoWriMo.
a haiku for found objects
down in our back woods
I found the bear’s prize seed bin
empty but with scoop
Life With Horace 