
Cooling wind,
a lonely dog,
insect arpeggios,
slow rolling fog:
autumn’s song and
the highway hum.
May Monday morning
never come.
Copyright 2023 Brenda Davis Harsham
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Cooling wind,
a lonely dog,
insect arpeggios,
slow rolling fog:
autumn’s song and
the highway hum.
May Monday morning
never come.
Copyright 2023 Brenda Davis Harsham
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outside the box,
even mushrooms are homes
full of heart
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light shifts in the trees,
fallen leaves tumble and turn,
going with the flow
beached downstream for a moment
before another wind comes
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toasties and crumble
beneath a magical sky,
family smiles
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cloudless sunset,
spun gold at the horizon,
Irish twilight
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February glumps and glooms.
Evergreens don snowy costumes.
Swansdown swirls in the frosty dawn,
and the wind’s song is woebegone.
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stone walls frame
old monkish dormitories
left to the lichen
low doorways, tiny cells,
and silent contemplation
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memories flash,
silver fish in the shallows
river-cold then gone
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clouds on Mount Greylock,
ever-changing layers of
dark and light
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lonely stretches
of shorn grass except high up,
birds
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out of the rain and snow,
laughing away long dark days
beside the tree
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the cold arrives like
Sangria on ice,
now where’s the guacamole?
Copyright 2022 Brenda Davis Harsham
Notes: Last poem of the year, and it seems like a day to break the rules. So there the haiku rules go, right out the window, woo-hoo! Happy New Year!!
I went to see Six today, and it was great. Loved it.