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Sunday, September 5, 2010

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."  



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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