Murmuring That Creeps into the Life of a Wandering Soul, Part IV

6/3/10  Actually, a spring sky . . . shhh! ;^)

Lemonade and laughter subside and the warm summer sun gives way to an amber autumn sky.

This week's feature is Part IV of my continuing series of haiku entitled "Murmuring That Creeps into the Life of a Wandering Soul."  

Enjoy!

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nothing so mournful as a dove in the morning silenced by motors hear wagon wheels crunch a pair of red sunglasses reflecting the road blinding lights at night pilot dropping loud bombs inside flashing garbage truck watch the waxing moon large and bright in the night sky falling to the sea speckled blackbirds cry and the song of a sparrow hides in a pillow warm summer sun shifts blue jays in the corn crying silent crickets soon somewhere in the world she swims out too far and sings a sad melody thoughts of yesterday cry louder than mourning trains waking you at dawn small seeds scattering on the walk and in the cracks last song of summer heavy mist and cold winds frosting a whimsical leaf cooling on a rack

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