watching the lake
swallow a spring sun—
her crimson lips
campfire…
the summer stars in her eyes
warm me up
maple leaves
falling all around us—
we stop holding hands
cold moon…
the twin size bed creaks
under our bodies
Jan/Feb 2011 issue of Sketchbook
A Room of My Own: Oriole Song Haiku
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hiking alone
I'm lost except for
oriole song
FYI: This is a sequel to my haiku below:
the scent
of dappled sunlight
redwood hike
*Autumn Moon Haiku Jour...
