Wednesday, August 14, 2013




early morning scene
sweating ornamental leaves
the sun still hiding
oo0oo
from a rock crevice
green leaves speak of memories
the coldness of night

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  1. AnonymousAugust 14, 2013 at 1:53 PM

    the coldness of night
    and the memories of it---
    figuratively

    reminds me of a game i played with my nephews years ago.. you get to start a song with the same lines as the the last one the other player just sang... ^_^

    lovely haikus by the way..
    specially the 2nd ... love it!!

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    1. UnknownAugust 14, 2013 at 3:29 PM

      i smelled it! i mean your loving the 2nd haiku, the poet that you are.

      re your game of songs whew! smart nephews you must have for being able to play that game with you.

      thanks for the visit!

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