our initials
on the childhood tree
now faded --
her last words sharpened
by a winter wind
Atlas Poetica, 37, 2019
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...
