Haiku

a full moon light shines
just in sight, reflecting on
sleeping Queen Anne’s Lace
©CMM 2019
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Morning sun rises
My soul’s shade is lightened now
No rain weigh it down .
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It was a loaf of bread,
a gift of love
she struggled to say
It is all I have
times were hard
her family at risk
she came to dinner
from a dark abyss
picked as a flower
from spring she left
stormed in the winds
and soon was adrift
It was a loaf of bread
it was all she had
she asked please
take it, and quietly cried
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we will both grow old,
our youth wasted in time
rusted planks of life
jutting out
feeling the days gone past
looking for a sign
we will understand how
little time we tout
until now, we look and see
our hands and body weathered
I will smile and feel the
glow of our youth
even though the shifts
are tethered
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A day of celebration:
“Now I a two-fold vision see…
May God us keep
From single vision, and Newton’s sleep.”— William Blake
The wind is speaking
The morning night
A whispered breeze
A rhythmic quietThe wind is speaking
A gentle wake
The limbs carry
The boughs breakStars hang
A sparrow sings
A morning sighs
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