“A Few Haiku (11)”

On By Mike U.In Poetry

(c) 2021 by Michael L. Utley

(#61)

Earth, sea and sky have
Tales to tell; be patient
For they speak slowly

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(#62)

I attain wisdom
Not from church or pagoda
But from woods and streams

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(#63)

When winter wind blows
All pretense is torn away
Bares my soul to all

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(#64)

Whispering sea shell
Tells of life I could have had
If I’d dared to live

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(#65)

This overgrown path
Filled with rocks and thorns cannot
Lead me home again

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(#66)

bitter early snow
I don’t recognize this world
anymore

8 thoughts on ““A Few Haiku (11)””

  2. Thanks, Grace. I suppose I was in a philosophical mood again, can you tell? 🙂 Just pondering the quiet spiritual wisdom of nature, as well as opportunities I missed in my life due to simple fear of the unknown or lack of self-confidence. I truly appreciate your kind and supportive comments. I’m glad some of these spoke to you like they did to me. 🙂

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      1. Thanks, Joan. Your description immediately reminds me of a fantasy snow queen with her long white hair billowing about. I always considered that bitter winter wind the great equalizer: everyone suffers when it’s cold, it seems to cut right to the bone, and it requires Herculean effort to accomplish simple tasks. I grew up on a farm and I recall many instances of being out in frigid temperatures–blizzards–at all hours tending to cows, or getting stuck in a snow bank when the county road crews didn’t plow our road, and the winds and the snowdrifts just made life miserable. Of course, if I skied or snowboarded, I’m sure I’d have a different perspective. 😀 Thanks for your kind words. Much appreciated. 🙂

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