[haiku]
I do not know why
the sap of the tree sometimes
bleeds human for me
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Epiphanaeity
It’s pretty
White and black
I don’t think
I’ve said that yet
The new snow for a while
Outside the second-story
Window
And might last
A while
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Photo by Hulki Okan Tabak on Unsplash
(haiku for fall, starting in a grumpy mood, I guess)
(1)
well that’s enough of
haiku play and fancy with
no work proof for pay
(2)
the hour is done now
leaves have fallen into water
growing into green
(3)
old and new worlds tilt
leaning could be tree-delight
as dancing solstice
(4)
water purify
as on our other planets
with true air command
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photo by Mathias Reding on Unsplash
snow on one branch to start
snow on a branch
then move closer to the window
to see the snow
is everywhere outside
of course
and this is good
it’s winter
and it doesn’t look severe
most of this will clear away
and the temperature
supposedly
reach fifty
by
midweek
it’s the kind
to look at
and to watch it fall
as if nothing else is pressing
even though it is
calls for a drink
with rising vapor
and to sit
at something
by the window
take it in
and also think
and feel
far away
this is hardly farm show weather
it is so mild
but it’s the first snowfall
to note
in a year
and will have to do
being an untroubled visitation
on the first day
of
the January fair
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haiku
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twenty pages in
the need to gaze and breathe out
outside for elsewhere
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city-wise black trees
darkened too the sky-wept street
nature go with tears
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after rain is haze
exhale into clarity
newly gifts of night
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Photo by Emil Widlund on Unsplash
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This Autumn Morning
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Gray with
A patch
Of red
Inside black
Branches
Red leaves
Attached
Maybe until
A winter wind
Comes to
Take them
Through the
Air until the
Breath’s expired
Then gravity
Must have
Its way and
Like the roots
We can see
And-or touch
Must lie upon the
Earth
And inside
For a while
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Joshua Tree National Park
Photo by Matt Artz on Unsplash
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Devotionism
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I talk with God
God talks back
Sometimes through
The trees,
As happened last night
When I went out
Encountering a roar
From a single tree
Near the garage,
A tree that always
Reaches
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With the wind,
Maybe someone
From someone
Wanting to take notice
Of the night
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Photo by Florian Hesse on Unsplash
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Signing Late Winter
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The sky is blue
As an observer,
A romantic,
Or a child might say
At last
And with a sigh:
It’s been white
Or gray for a while
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A lithe tree branch
Dances against the window
I can’t hear it for
The distance,
Though I’m sure there’s
Scraping
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Asking to come in
Or better yet
Inviting me
For company
To go out
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Photo by dorota dylka on Unsplash
Blossom
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Imposition of Immortality
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The tree outside looked as if it were leaning toward the window. I mean big parts, think branches and the bow. Black against a gray sky, it all looked dramatic. Worse, a little scary. Trees have fallen down before. In the back, a large one, bringing many wires with it. In the backyard of the house I grew up in in Pittsburgh, a tall and wide willow. Fell in the night, covering the backyard to be seen in the daylight. The first big thing to fall in my nascent awareness. Will the new tree fall? I don’t know. Who does? The squirrels and dogs walked by? Qué será, será, the Spanish say (and Doris Day). It is what it is, we say these days. All we are is dust in the wind. I guess that goes for imposing trees as well.
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Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood
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Photo by Diane Helentjaris on Unsplash
Old carved tombstone of a weeping willow tree in a cemetery in the countryside near Purcellville, Virginia in Loudoun County. The cemetery was integrated with the graves of African American and white Americans as was the nearby church.
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