Miscellaneous Haiku
Updated: Jan 22
Grabbing at the moon
pruned fingers, wrinkled palms, hands
coming up empty
The branches’ blankets
are as pure as driven snow
beneath my footprints
This morning the world
was made again - golden light
sets fire to the grass
Spider, you may stay
if you keep to your corner
and I keep to mine
Morning birds weaving
an ephemeral tapestry
wild and inviting
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