Monday, November 05, 2012

Haiku


tree frogs sing
under mountain stars...
a dream begins


seaweed
the strange aroma
of sunset


chamomile tea
I close my eyes to hear 
the nightingale


Benghazi at dawn...
recalling
a peaceful dream

death poem
hummingbirds outside
my back porch

dawn the chiaroscuro warmth of adobe  



wind music
a gospel singer
reaches for the light


moonglow
my neighbor’s hand
clips the bonsai


the voice that was no voice spoke hurricane


yellow moon
a skylark’s voice
over the lake


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