poetry diary

I rhyme to see myself, to set the darkness echoing. (Seamus Heaney, from Personal Helicon)

A wistful robin,
singing to darkening skies,
can’t yet recall spring.

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Outside the living room window.

Dragonflies rising;
summer air ripe with pine scent,
fills with damp birch leaves.

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Warming up for September Haiku Heights.

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