how sweet is her love
as I change and grow how sweet
is her loving touch
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Haiku 2.21
night comes in under
the treetops reflecting the
the last light of day
Haiku 38.20
I stared at the page
I stared into space without
a thought in between
Haiku 37.20
the weather today
is like a still life painting
only God could paint
Haiku 36.20
the sounds of silence
grew louder than the drone of
a fan and my thoughts
Haiku 35.20
late poems come between
I can’t fall back asleep and
I go back to bed
Haiku 34.20
when you hold my hand
every clock in the world stops
for you touch my soul
Still in Sandals
I stepped outside for a break
right into a cold front. My hot
coffee won’t stay hot long.
Wind gusts are pushing
through the trees like a
downhill locomotive.
The force of winter has nothing
in its way. The fall is forgotten
but my brain is still in sandals.
Haiku 33.20
first cold day with a
morning frost the air feels good
and smells so so sweet
With Summer
from the get-go today
there were no clouds
a slight wind and the
sun was strong all day
if it weren’t for the
heater kicking on you
would think it was
still summer well it
looks like it but I had
to wear a coat to go
out to check the mail
I told myself I was
warm enough but they
say tonight will be the
first freeze of winter
I pray all the pestilence
on our planet will perish
with summer