Monday, April 13, 2009

Haiku Collection

when he says
"I love you"
the blooms trumpet it to my heart

table manners -
the flamingo always
a mirror while dining

autumn end
the last remaining
maple fiery charm

dried river
childhood curiosity of
treasure under the flow ebbs

in the country
only the grand bridge
to remind me of the world beyond

at the dock
the sweet music
of lapping waves

on a bare wall
the rich harvest
from our corn fields

human thoughts
at last travel
faster, higher than the clouds

Slow, but we learn
to appreciate the snail
for its symmetry

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