
Harsh
Harsh, the sky, burns gray /
a smoldering blanket over /
over soil and sail.
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Harsh
Harsh, the sky, burns gray /
a smoldering blanket over /
over soil and sail.
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#haiku, #poem #poetry #haiga #photo #knoxvilletn #davidebooker #harsh #sky #blanket #sail #soul #may #saturday #051725 #2025
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Interdependence
Twin blooms share one stem, /
mixing soil, sun, and water: /
interdependence.
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#interdependence #blooms #twin #stem #soil #sun #water #haiku #poem #poetry #haiga #photo #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #august #tuesday #080624 #2024

Worth
Soil is dignity, /
nurturing inherent worth /
of all that grows.
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#worth #soil #dignity #grows #inherent #haiku #poem #poetry #senryu #haiga #photo #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #june #tuesday #0611124 #2024

Kiss
Green berries pucker: /
kiss the sun, the rain, the soil, /
and sway in the breeze.
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#berries #kiss #sun #rain #soil #breeze #haiku #poem #poetry #haiga #photo #tallralestogo #davidebooker #may #thursday #050924 #2024

Hiding
The seed hides in soil /
to reveal what it will be /
once uncovered.
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Flesh
Flesh of the Spring soil, /
blueberry opened and exposed, /
dripping back to Earth.
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Spring’s love
Sun, soil, sky, and bees /
An Alchemist’s taste of Spring: /
Blueberries return.
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#poem #haiku #davidebooker #wednesday #poetry #poet #writer #writing #may #2019 #spring #blueberry #soil #sun #sky #bees #alchemist #052219

Fear
Fear is a creeper. /
It eats the soil of your soul. /
and blooms as you die.
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#fear #creeper #soil #soul #blooms #die #poem #poetry #haiku #photo #davidebooker #september #tuesday #091322 #2022

Butterfly
When I see a butterfly,
I think of you.
Not because you flutter
And onto other flowers move.
No, you are more steady
Than that,
A Gardner’s steady
In a wide brimmed hat.
Turning the soil
And amending where needed
So the butterflies will come
To the flowers seeded.
They know not the beauty
Of your touch.
Only the beauty
Of summer’s flower rush.
I think of you
When I see butterflies,
Fluttering up and around
Reaching for the bright blue sky
Then swooping back to your prepared ground.
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For Beth
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Taste
Taste grows from the soil /
Roots, stems, leaves, flowers, then fruits. /
Seeds become flavors.
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