
Clouds
Morning light, gray clouds /
Earth below, folded in shrouds /
Of deep rays and rain. /
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Clouds
Morning light, gray clouds /
Earth below, folded in shrouds /
Of deep rays and rain. /
.
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#haiku #poem #poet #poetry #photo #writing #writer #march #tuesday #2020 #rain #sun #clouds #earth #davidebooker
Filed under 2020, haiku, photo by David E. Booker, poem

Flames of green
Flames of green, come Spring /
Buds erupt: wild, jaunty things. /
Leaves no more unseen.
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#haiku #poem #poetry #leaves #green #spring #unseen #flames #erupt #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #march #sunday #2021
Filed under 2021, haiku, photo by David E. Booker, Poetry by David E. Booker

Hanging around
Cold hanging around /
cleaving its final moments /
to buds come too soon.
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Filed under 2018, haiku, photo by David E. Booker, Poetry by David E. Booker

Sharing
One squirrel in the ring. /
Another squirrel waits and wants. /
Sunlight and bird seed.
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#haiku #poem #poetry #squirrel #seeds #bird #seed #ring #sunlight #davidebooker #oldnorthknoxville #photooftheday #poemoftheday

New world
We will build beauty /
When we make our new world. /
And plant our ugly.
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#haiku #poem #poetry #build #mars #earth #make #beauty #ugly #poemoftheday #photooftheday #davidebooker #march #thursday #2021
Filed under 2021, haiku, Poetry by David E. Booker

Green leaf
My green, four-leaf pills./
Am I Irish enough? /
I swallow my pride.
Filed under 2018, haiku, photo by David E. Booker, Poetry by David E. Booker

Buds
Early morning buds /
brave Spring’s light and cruel caress. /
Tomorrow blooms.
Filed under 2018, haiku, photo by David E. Booker, Poetry by David E. Booker

The wanting
I am your sun dog. /
I have a few moments for you. /
Do you have a snack?
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#haiku #poem #poetry #sun #dog #sun_dog #snacks #humor #davidebooker #oldnorthknoxville #knoxville #tennessee #march #tuesday #2021
Filed under 2021, haiku, photo by David E. Booker, Poetry by David E. Booker

The nose
The nose knows no no’s. /
Olfactory exploring. /
The damp detective.
Filed under 2018, haiku, Poetry by David E. Booker

Rain falls
Rain falls on the /
Just and unjust and sometimes /
Rain falls just because.
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#haiku #poem #poetry #rain #just #unjust #just_because #photooftheday #poemoftheday #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #march #saturday #2021
Filed under 2021, haiku, photo by David E. Booker, Poetry by David E. Booker