(c) 2021 by Michael L. Utley
(#31)
Autumn ground mists rise
Earth gives up its ghosts as moon
Summons spirits home
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(#32)
Stones in shallow stream
Smooth and round as heron’s eggs
Current tends her nest
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(#33)
In a bamboo cage
Finch sings of the open skies
It will never see
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(#34)
In a forest pond
Lotus float like small wasen
Laden with blossoms
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(#35)
Mud on waraji
Sticks like bitter memories
I cannot let go
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(#36)
Perfume of willows
And the laughter of the stream
Hope is still alive
did you write all of these in one go, Mike?
❤
David
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Hey, David. Yes, it took about two hours or so. I try to write smaller “mini-collections” of haiku and tanka while my brain recharges between longer poems. These slices-of-life haiku and tanka just really call out to me. I really love trying to focus on those simple, commonplace moments that perhaps most people never notice. 🙂
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❤️❤️❤️❤️
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Thanks, Grace. Your kindness is much appreciated! 🙂
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My pleasure.💕❤️💕
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