
Hope
Bird house hangs empty, /
its body decayed, waiting /
for song’s first echo.
.
.
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Hope
Bird house hangs empty, /
its body decayed, waiting /
for song’s first echo.
.
.
#bird #house #echo #decay #song #haiku #poem #photo #poetry #davidebooker #oldnorthknoxville #april #tuesday #040522 #2022

Hope
Bird house hangs empty, /
its body decayed, waiting /
for song’s first echo.
.
.
#bird #house #echo #decay #song #haiku #poem #photo #poetry #davidebooker #oldnorthknoxville #april #tuesday #040522 #2022

What remains
Summer bloom faded. /
Fall echoes in winter’s husk. /
Scattered seeds whisper.
.
.
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Your echo lives large /
a river rushed canyon /
surging through my life.
Filed under Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
The stars say, “I was.” /
Their light a flowing echo /
of distant moments.
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