A bit late, but, hey, it’s still Friday somewhere!
Morning comes late
crisp as November sunlight
a mouse finds a window gap
Friday haiku 55
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In spite of rain
In spite of rain tumbling toward sleet,
the street half-hearted and gray
with envy of clouds, which take
their opportunity to jettison
sweet dying light,
the sun unhidden briefly, quickly,
and hustled back before any expectation
of warm rebuttal of fall can set in,
I know the trees live still,
though barren of celebration,,
I know beneath the crust that grass
and flowers grow, unheard, unseen,
I wonder at the thinness of sparrows
and the strength of their fires
on days like this that drive the mice,
beloved of field and furrow, indoors
to nibble in resignation
at the edges of mortality.
Friday haiku 54
Feeling minimal today.
Morning
cracks open
November
How it is
No more winds, please,
let’s keep it on the down low
lest someone pull the chain
and down the drain we go,
merrily down the drain, life is but a word
fashioned from old shoe-strings
and faded bruises
Was that a victory or a loss?
Or am I asking the
wrong question?
The way clay fits the mold,
even if it starts out flat
and all wrong…
No, no, it’s not true
that life is just a story,
that’s just what we trick ourselves with,
to make us feel we are not
blind worms, dodging concretions
in the all-too-lumpy soil
But we are not worms
any more than worms are us
Simple. That’s it.
Simple rain falls to earth,
clouds dissapate, and we think
it’s the sun coming out,
but it’s the sun, not the clouds,
that’s been there all along,
least of all, we.
Friday haiku 43
A cool breeze
August, exhausted,
has surrendered
exiles child 