December haiku

The forest, softened
By the drifting morning fog, 
Slowly awakens.
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Agawela 04December 2021
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Silent

Not all deserts are wastelands.  
Not all deserts are dry.  
Not all deserts are visible. 
Not all bird songs can be heard.  
Not all humans sing to be heard. 
And yet, here we are , 
The birds, and I,
Singing in the desert, 
Invisible and silent.   


Silent
26July2021
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High Water

April 2018

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Morning

Tiny bell flowers,

Each with one bright water drop,

Are glowing through fog

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MORNING

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Bear 08February2021

December Drear

Hickories glow bright;

Summer’s sunshine yellow saved,

For this gloomy day.

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Bear 17December2020

Dissonance

By the riverside,

We walked, myself, and three dogs.

The dogs were content.

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Bear 23November2020

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Too Late

Little Lightening Bug,

Shines bright in the rainy night.

Alone, she is calling.

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Bear 25October2020

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Dark Dance

Straddling fault lines,
We dance above the abyss.
There is no safety.
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Bear 30January2020
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Heavy, The Air

Heavy, the air.
Weary, the trees
Whisper their despair.
Invading miasma
Of crawling dreams,
Drifts, dense
With unremembered songs.
Heat oppressed,
Unseen Loa cry.
Intensely sweet
Their unheard wails
Are entwined,
Tangled,
In blue mist.
Eerie soup flows,
Thick with voiceless
Voices filling
Unrequited voids,
Empty of regard.
Leaves droop,
Breathless.
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Heavy, The Air
Bear 14August2018
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Hunger

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A song never sung
Was silenced by an owl’s
Whispered hunting flight.
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Bear 05May2020
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