Spring Haiku- 2017
first week of march,
a screen door bangs in the wind
with no one home
at dawn I can hear
the lone owl in the cedar
holding to a question
computer crash,
looking up and sunlight
takes me elsewhere
april thunder
breath of a heart leaving
the cold behind
first warm air, a dream
out of which or on into
no one knows
peeper frogs trill the only age they know
infinite
of a clear blue sky
about a tulip
faint nap-
a silent breeze sifts
through cherry blossoms
everything in bloom
i look for the same in all
my other thoughts
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