how soon he drifts off
into an easy sleep
that weary laborer
journal
Turn
turn around
find the dreams you laid aside
make them live again
Bouquet
listless bouquet
from a weary street vendor
cement sidewalk
Moments
moments at a time
days trickle past — raindrops
slipping down the pane
Coming and Going
Cat at the door
cries to go out
snow-laden wind
howling to come in
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This may not be the best haiku verse ever,
but it aptly describes the climate here today.
Misty Veil
evening’s misty veil
spreads across the country road
we leave it in tatters
The Last Line
reading the last line
in tattered old notebook
so many tear stains
Love of the Prairie #3
The Slough
cat-tails rustling
in the frozen slough
collect drifting snow
spilling their hearts out
to an oblivious wind
Love of the Prairies — #1
Today I’m starting a series of posts dedicated to my love for the prairies.
Love This Land!
if I can carry
the prairie in my heart
I can go anywhere
Preserved
bleached white flour
insects fallen in the bin
well preserved
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Last night I checked out an online haiku journal
I’ve never seen before: Prune Juice Journal
I discovered there are other senryu writers out there
who possess the same weird sense of humor as me.
And I felt inspired to write a few verses.
Please bear with me, dear pun-averse friends.
