About
one haiku a day for three hundred and sixty five days in a row
slow moving stream bed
yearning for the heavy rains
massive skunk cabbage
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mysterious walls
sprawled out, hidden in the woods
unchanged and untouched
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pressed wet dog noses
steaming up the cool windows
watching snacking squirrels
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coffee on the porch
singing birds, distant roosters
music to my ears
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clear blue morning skies
driving up route 59
windows wide open
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the summer sunlight
highlights glistening tree tops
cool, shaded grasses
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quiet, restful nights
waking with the morning light
starting a new day
perfect spider webs
hold steadfast in the breezes
expand and contract
scattered horses stand
grazing amongst green grasses
saunter here and there
tight winding backroads
lined with bright lush greenery
windows thrown open
old, unfound treasures
lie beneath the leaves and earth
waiting to be found
the towering pines
throw shadows on the water
hidden egrets bathe
unraveling ferns
scattered jack in the pulpits
restless earthworms crawl
the roaring postman
curious dog ears stand tall
must be dinner time!
hot sun, cool breezes
dead leaves rustle in the woods
revealing new growth
shaded, sleepy dogs
digging down to the cool earth
napping in their holes
crowded trees swaying
birds sing to one another
high up in the sky
rowdy spring peepers
hidden in the darkened woods
quiet when approached
a walk with the dogs
bright, flourishing forest floor
nibbling fresh grasses
cloudless deep blue skies
sprawling over tiny fields
ready for plantings
