I Important, it is that the hummingbird hawk moth and the humble hare heedlessly high-five, unhinged by spring’s lunatic new moon. II Fat book, fed phrases of flower-drunk floating moths and fierce hares fighting. III Hummingbirds reach Mark, as summers expand, so hares pack up for Scotland. IV Hunkered, hidden toad indistinguishable from the foliage,…
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Morning Haiku – 126
Into my minds eye A knot of momentary Moments yet and had.
Morning Haiku – 125
Faces, interlocked now,Like Janus, peering into futureAnd the past, simultaneously.
Morning Haiku – 124
Dust shifting away, Receding from nakedness framing A more ancient face.
Morning Haiku – 123
Down to desert, A mystery swirling In parallel.
Morning Haiku – 122
There, pushing pastPyramids, pillars and tombs,The midnight blue Nile.
Morning Haiku – 121
Ahead, a whole land,Not broken nor divide,Not Twain nor split.
Morning Haiku – 120
Behind me, many Routes, twisting through the mist To southern mellow morns.
Morning Haiku – 119
Converging, Emerging into surging, Then, diverging.
Morning Haiku – 118
Searching eyes scratch The ocean-scape ships fog bound In banks and barriers.