Pumpkin Shell

There is a little Pumpkin Shell,
In which an old old woman does dwell.
She is not alone,
For she talks with the trees;  
And though every movement hurts, 
Her hair dances with the breeze.
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Agawela  04November2022
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REST

Gray, damp, 
Overcast, 
Is the sky
Behind dark trees.
Mildew is growing,
Blooming black,
The road is Sand, 
Deep and dry.
Plants hang limp
With thirst. 
Work is futile.  
I sit and rest,
While drinking tea.
I watch leaves  
Gently sway,
As the slowly drift,
Falling away,
Falling.
Each one, 
Dancing alone,
Until, 
On the ground,  
They gather. 
I sit and rest.
I drink tea. 
The sky is gray.   
The  forest is silver.
The air is damp.
The sand is 
Dry, and deep. 
I sit, resting.
I drink my tea. 
I am older 
Than I was 
A little while ago.
Leaves gently sway,
Falling.

REST
Agawela October 29, 2022
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Rain for Sleeping

Distant thunder rolls.
Wet trees glitter in moonlight,
While the soft rain falls.
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Bear     July 18, 2022
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Nokomis

Grandmother's round face
Glows through raindrops on branches.
Dark leaves drip glitter.
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Agawela 18March2022 
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Lull in the storm haiku

Cold, wild wind is here. 
There is a moment of quiet, 
False lull in the storm.
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Lull in the storm   haiku
Bear  28January2022
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Silence

Winter's sliver moon
Has set, leaving cold darkness.
Damp leaves are silent.
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Silence ____ haiku
08January2022
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Last Sunset 2016

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BOGGY CREEK

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Night In January

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My home is a house
Amongst forest trees.
This night the trees
Are silent.
They do not creak,
Nor sigh.
The owls are quiet.
The horse is quiet.
The Guineas are
Not complaining.
No one speaks.
I hear the stars singing
Of their eternal journeys.
The brightening moon
Illuminates clouds,
Sand and water
In silvery blues.
The trees cast
Golden shadows.
All else is mystery.
Behind my eyes
Is night.
I whisper of
What I feel.
Your voice answers
Telling me of
Your wants that
Are needs.
Behind my eyes
Is night.
Behind my eyes
Sleeps black darkness.
Golden shadows
Outline my
Cold blue hands.
The trees
Remain silent.
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Bear … 01.19.2016
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Silver Sunrise — haiku

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Morning soft shadows
Drift among dark forest trees,
Cool silver sunrise.
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Bear … 11.07.2015
ⓒBearspawprint2015
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