July 16, 2024 · 11:59 pm
Echoes
Petals dangle: /
shriveled, dull, and empty; /
echoes of summer.
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August 21, 2023 · 11:38 pm
Echoes
Flowers do not scream /
when they die, but their beauty /
echoes with the bees.
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June 2, 2023 · 11:39 pm
Hear
Seed can stands empty. /
Hear the echoes of each scoop. /
Hear the wings rustle.
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December 6, 2022 · 12:33 am
Carry
Empty, weathered house. /
Time has come and all have left, /
carrying echoes.
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April 26, 2012 · 10:34 pm
[Editor’s note: The original “Glimpses” was syllable too long. So, here is the haiku again. This time trimmed by a syllable.]
At the water’s edge,
Echoes whisper my longing.
My heart holds your face.
April 26, 2012 · 5:15 am
At the water’s edge,
Echoes whisper my longing.
My heart glimpses your face.
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