A thousand years gone
A nuthatch grooms the pine
Still silent as stone
Friday haiku 92
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A thousand years gone
A nuthatch grooms the pine
Still silent as stone
Outside, it’s still July
In my hotel room,
Late October
Nothing moves
in this heat
except desire
A bit of whimsey to start off the week.
Gorra, an lie kracket
the wee dawnie dae
from splet to splet
an a’ the weasel kinges
clambeth op.
A northie hawke has flet!
Hoo kenna splenna laik
the mermal twae?
Wan an twee dipsa swan
tell a’ the crukdum sings
an die, an stop.
A northie hawke has splet!
an ney willa cumagin
furrah the bashie wail.
Soaring high above
inside the red-shouldered hawk
the souls of sparrows