Seasons change softly;
sun rises further south now;
doves begin to flock.
So many moths swarm
round and round the yellow light.
Flash! A bat flies through.
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Through my closed eyelids
early morning sunburst shows
which way is the east.
More haiku are in this week’s post from ACM Weekly…
There’s a bow around the moon;
Venus shines behind a veil
Of a haze that’s high and pale;
Night will not be over soon.
I am like the clouds that drift
All unseen through dead of night,
Save where stars or moon are bright
And one sees the darkness lift.
Here on earth the dark is deep,
But the cloud tops keep their gaze
Upward where the stars still blaze;
In that glory go to sleep.
So I slumber, lost between
Somber earth and gloried skies,
Waiting for the light to rise,
Lost in shadows and unseen.
A Lullaby was first published in ACM Weekly.
Dawn’s topsy-turvy
above the rain-filled valley:
clouds below mountains.
Translucent blue clouds
above the valley’s vastness
the black raven soars
Rabbit trails
In under the mesquite
And around the clumps of prickly pear.
Tuft of tail vanishes
In the dawn.
Three ivory spires
rise up from a small hollow
where the road curves round
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