Alone
Falling yellow tears, /
this sere autumn day is not /
for me, alone.
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“One leaf”
One leaf
One leaf falls and then /
a thousand and ten thousand /
leaving fall to trees.
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“Fairy house”
Fairy house
Shells of the ocean /
formed as a house for fairies /
Young hands mold magic.
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“Iris”
Iris
In the lesser light, /
Iris blooming in autumn. /
Slanting toward the sun.
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“The park”
The Park
Spring strolls through the park. /
Shaking green from her sleeves and /
Color from her eyes.
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Haiku and photo: “Borders”
Borders
Light and shadow play /
Across the morning glory. /
Borders and highlights.
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Monday morning writing joke: “Writer in the Kremlin”
There once was a writer in the Kremlin
Whose words were always dissembling.
No matter what he’d say
The writer would explain it away –
Even when Trump was Putin dwelling.
Haiku to you Thursday: “Thunder”
Thunder bangs the glass, /
a beggar at the window /
demanding tribute.
Haiku to you Thursday: “The Stargazer”
The stargazer grieves /
for the love he left behind /
fading into daylight.
Monday morning writing joke: “Love at first pants”
There once was a writer of Romance /
Who had a stance on love at first glance. /
It was hard for him to believe /
Or even try to conceive /
That it could be done while still wearing your pants.
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