wet
SUNDAY VERSES #13
3 WINTER HAIKU
Winter ice on trees
glitters like festive tinsel
under morning sun
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When days are shorter
fiercely blows the winter wind
piling snow in drifts
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Frigid air on skin
Persistent chill burrows deep
Winter wet and cold
at the car wash
the dissolving stairwell
horizontal falling vertical rising
A natural/found diptych.
echoing green
Summer’s On The Rocks
wet winter
alien appendage…
…from my life in dreams.
spring morning rain
Spring Morning Rain
The beat of the
windshield wipers begins
and holds steady
as the dark clouds
of the worlds concert hall
slowly open
to the rhythm of the rain.
Passing headlights
provide the light show
joined with
the whoosh and hum,
a tire chorus
on wet pavement.
Spring’s early morning
experimental symphony.
between floors
Fading Away
Late Summer – Wet
Swamp Light
Late Summer – Wet Crossings
Late Summer Rain – Among The Trees
Something In The Water
Emerge
... on being and becoming ... 