Winter bird-watching
Above the empty feeder
A kestrel, patient
Friday haiku 117
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Tag Archives: seasons
Friday haiku 116
Winter storm
The house pulls its blanket
Up around the door
Friday haiku 114
When the sun goes down
And you and I have long since left
The path will still be there
Friday haiku 112
New moon
Venus in her arms
I look away
Friday haiku 111
The ancient oak,
tired of resisting,
drops its leaves
