the haiku diaries


March 29, 2015
March 29, 2015, 9:42 am
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One brave robin sang
on this quiet frosty morn—
temps in the low teens.



March 28, 2015
March 28, 2015, 9:27 am
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I lie in bed and
still feel the cold from outside.
There is no Spring here.



March 27, 2015
March 27, 2015, 8:31 am
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I heard the merlin —
our snow bird come home to nest.
Please pick our backyard!



March 26, 2015
March 26, 2015, 7:09 am
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It’s about the light.
Woken by lone robin calls
and mourning doves’ coos.



March 24, 2015
March 25, 2015, 9:26 am
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Young deer stand beneath
the misting green of willows–
the road to Dryden.



March 24, 2015
March 24, 2015, 7:50 am
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Shadow of the old
apple tree falls on the house–
ink drawing on pink.



March 23, 2015
March 23, 2015, 7:54 am
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imageSunlight hits the sheers
then soaks into the bedroom wall.
A promise of Spring.




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