Winter bird-watching
Above the empty feeder
A kestrel, patient
Friday haiku 117
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Friday haiku 116
Winter storm
The house pulls its blanket
Up around the door
Friday haiku 115
For all I know
I’m standing on someone’s
unremembered grave
Friday haiku 114
When the sun goes down
And you and I have long since left
The path will still be there
Friday haiku 113
My dear poet
If your suffering were unique
It would be useless
