names
Our Lady has a day
Juan Diego anglo named
she gave him roses
(12 December, Our Lady of Guadalupe)
I am Christopher
bearer of Christ and walking
hundred-acre woods
your name is your name
assigned you for a reason
there is a story
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(a series, I suppose, though I think each poem stands on its own)
there are good stories [a line while drafting that I thought I’d let stay on the page]
photo by Aida Batres on Unsplash
Saint Nicholas gold
in secret by night windows
chimneys correlate
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for Saint Nicholas Day, 6 December (19 east of west)
photo by American Jael on Unsplash
Wichita
(somehow the magic)
sun angles through glass
by the panes make frames of light
inspiring our art
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photo by Alin Gavriliuc on Unsplash
pale gray without lines
no deep curves and shadow-play
I’d rather rainclouds
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photo by Giang Nguyen on Unsplash
late(ish) fall bares trees
spiny soldiers guard the land
so the ground may sleep
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photo by Samuel Bryngelsson at Unsplash
Saturday haiku
the weekend adds up week’s leaves
rake and then jump in
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photo by Diogo Nunes on Unsplash
so it is today
and beauty from brown ashes
withered leaves provide
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(I saw so many fallen leaves on the ground, despite it being only early August for the summer)
sodden leaves by rain
black branches keep dimension
folded out pale sky
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photo by fr0ggy5 on Unsplash
2 weekend haiku
Saturday crowds green
back and out front glisten ‘round
wider spring’s sunlight
city slides from hill
bushel claims the under-light
weekend gospel press
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photo by Ruslan Zh on Unsplash
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