All night rain
the mole carefully digs
around the trap
Friday haiku 88
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Tag Archives: summer
Friday haiku 87
This little sprinkle
will never douse
the fire of summer
Friday haiku 86
The spring wind sputters,
too tired to raise a ruckus,
bored already.
Friday haiku 64
Winter inhales.
Summer, always rebellious,
exhales.
Friday haiku 50
A summer’s longing:
your face to light the darkness.
Tonight, a jealous moon.
