POET'S CORNER

A haiku is a type of short-form poem that originated in Japan. Haiku poems are typically written in three lines, with five syllables in the first line, seven in the second, and five in the third. They are unrhymed, but some poets may choose to rhyme the first and third lines for added challenge. Haiku poems often focus on nature or the seasons, and emphasize simplicity, intensity, and directness of expression.)

END                                                                        MUSIC

Dried grass on bare ground                                    wind's sweeping whistle

An empty clam shell at the beach                            folk band playing old standards

The end comes to all.                                                music in the air

FUTURE                                                                LONGING

peanuts to the bales                                                tight buds of gray leaves

squirrels burying their seed corn                            evergreen's glossy green spikes

food for the future                                                    the heart longs for spring

ABANDON                                                            DIRT

clump of drab cat hair                                            buried bulbs wake up

piles of donated old clothes                                   earth worms smooth their dusty routes

things needed no more                                          underground shows life

QUIET                                                                    SAFETY

the flag hangs downward                                        a line of blue spruce

not a single tree wiggles                                          snow fences zig-zag on hills

stillness at mid-day                                                    protection duty

THE FALL                                                               INTERACTION

hard landing for doves                                           temple bells peal out

old trees break and fall to ground                            star light comes eons of years

sounds carry stories                                                a cosmic exchange

THE MOON

the house laughed at us

moon watching in a bucket

it was all I had

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