December haiku

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

Every leaf sparkles,
In the morning bright sunlight,
Washed clean by night rain.

Dazzling - haiku
9October2021
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She Spoke

Owl spoke
To me, last night. 
She gifted a word,
From her
Ancient language.
Misunderstanding,
Her intent,
I answered aloud,
Speaking
As an echo
The sound
Of the new word.
Owl spoke,
Again. 
I almost understood.
Almost.
I thanked
Grandmother Owl,
In English.
In silence,
She flew.
In darkness,
She flew.
Close to me,
She flew.
So close,
I saw her,
Against darkness. 
Then,
She was gone, 
In darkness. 
Grandmother
Spoke,
Once more,
Outside of time,
For me to remember,
The meaning. 
I will always
Know this word
In her language,
When again,
I hear her call.

The word 
She spoke is
Death. 
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She Spoke
August 28, 2021
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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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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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Warm

.
In the silvered night
Silent shadows
Keep pace
Beside me.
Bears, wolves,
Coyotes
Melt into
Changling trees,
And full moon
Flowers.
My fear
drifts away
In the silky
darkness.
I follow,
whimpering,
Searching
For the familiar.
Blackness
Covers me
In flowing waves
Of remembered
Grief, warm
And sweet as
A lovers vows,
Withheld.
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Agawela 06May2020
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