poetry diary

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

A fallen acorn,
smooth as polished oak –
a squirrel hides it.

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For September Haiku Heights – today’s prompt is ‘clue’.

Sunday evening light –
birch leaf falling,
senses Monday’s approach.

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For September Haiku Heights – today’s prompt is ‘Sunday’.