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magnolia buds
I wait for them
to open
as I would wait for
an unborn baby's first move

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still searching for miracles? my garden in Spring

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grave or nest of life- this sapling makes the difference

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It's almost morning and the sky seems a discoloured umbrella. My ugly, dirty, small town opens its many eyes, blinks and calmly smokes its first cigar.

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my cats chat in tail language and expect me to join in

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It rains- the kind of rain that empties the streets. Where to turn? Where to run?

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threads of clouds knot and unknot the horizon line

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a few green leaves, a few grass blades- I can almost count them

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stone wall

stone wall -
the spring wind fills
all the cracks

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[published in "Tinywords", 17 March 2008]
Published on the Haiku Society of America "haiku Wall" exhibited in the historic Liberty Theatre
Gallery at the Quarterly National HSA Meeting in Bend, Oregon on June 3-5, 2011 as part of the
downtown Bend Oregon First Friday June Art Walk

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waiting room- cell phones should turn into birds and take flight

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silent
imbued with sunlight
my walk
becomes dance
then flight
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playing dice- sun, cold wind, warm wind, snowflakes, cold wind, sun again...




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no crocuses- their corms must have died in sleep
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this
incoming
Spring
a wing
not strong enough
to fly

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I wish this black feather were lost by a hurry, happy singing bird, but I find, a few steps further, another feather, then another, then more and more

I don't think
anyone's going to miss me-
last snow

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thoughts that stubbornly want to be words
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today, the first crocus, white, heart-warming, and the first fly, black and annoying

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warm wind- the magic sound of gutters dripping

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icy morning- the thin sun gives us back our shadows

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under the snow storm, a storm of thoughts


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frozen in mud, my yesterday's footsteps

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the first of March

unkept promise- where were my thoughts?

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