Blackened stonework, damp;
shell casings (scattered) like leaves;
floating feathers, white.
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For September Haiku Heights – today’s prompt is ‘dove’.
Rose-red lips;
as autumn leaves fall, we kiss.
How could I not know?
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For September Haiku Heights – today’s prompt is ‘teacher’.
Late summer sunset,
clouds float like ballerinas.
Kiss me. A swan dies.
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For September Haiku Heights – today’s prompt is ‘ballet’.
A man and a dog,
dark storm clouds rising beyond.
Listen – faint bleating.
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For September Haiku Heights – today’s prompt is ‘shepherd’.
A silver moon bow
embracing frozen hills;
a leaf sheds her snow.
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For September Haiku Heights – today’s prompt is ‘silver’.
The May Queen dances.
An old woman by the church;
only her eyes move.
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For September Haiku Heights – today’s prompt is ‘guardian’.
A damp leaf twitches;
mist rises up the valley.
Another leaf moves.
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For September Haiku Heights – today’s prompt is ‘frogs’.
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.
A bench by the path.
Ten years, I’ve been walking.
I will rest here.
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Inspired by and written with thanks to Brenda Yun, at Pilgrims’ Poems, who’s just published one of my poems from earlier this year. She’s building a great site, which is well worth a look.
I’m not religious, but I respect the wisdom, discipline and power of all the great religions. Pilgrimage is an almost forgotten tradition in many of our cultures which is perhaps worth reviving.
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