haiku (for Marley Rain)

We measure baby's

age in weeks, then months. Too soon

the years will fly by.

haiku

Oktoberfest beer

tonight could block Equinox

balance tomorrow.

Photo by: Osquer

haiku (Phipps Conservatory - Hans Godo Fräbel)

Leaves dance in the wind.

Faerie figures flutter through

September shadows.

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haiku (Phipps Conservatory)

Exotic indoor

blooms help us escape from the

notion of autumn.

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haiku

September sky floats

clouds through bridge beams overhead.

I make my way home.

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haiku

Sleep leaves me alone

with my thoughts. and I think, "Damn!

Those crickets are loud!"

haiku

The sunflower bows

its head, so heavy with the

burden of beauty.

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haiku

This has been such a

succulent year. The cacti

are taking over.

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haiku

The water closes

over me, warm, soft, scented.

This bath is quite deep.

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haiku

Rain falls. Rain falls. Rain

falls. Rain falls. Rain falls. Rain falls,

and my thoughts drone on.

Photo by: Osquer, July 12, 2006

haiku

Forsythia turns

from bloom to leaf while I wait

for the rain to stop.

Photo by: Osquer April 11, 2003

haiku: Happy PI day! 3.14

It's a wonderful

day for Pi! March fourteenth. I

remembered to bake!

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haiku (for Jay)

I place my morning

spoon in the spoon rest with yours.

The cup warms my hands.

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haiku

Quite literally

howling at my back door, Wind

keeps me company.

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haiku

Sun bakes bare roadside

trees so toxic even the

kudzu won't touch them.

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haiku

A robin, singing

between storms, shelters beneath

the broad maple leaves.

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haiku

I listen to the

wind wooing my windows and

hope they won't sucumb.


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haiku (for Max - Rest in peace.)

Our cat has left us

along with Summer's warmth, but

we must carry on.

Photo by: Osquer - April 4, 2009

www.oneword.com - one word, so little time [certain]

I was certain that the cat was dead, but I was afraid to pet him one last time. Part of me thought if I touched him he would move. I don't know why that frightened me because it would have meant that he was alive. I will miss him. He welcomed me into this home with love and enthusiastic affection. I petted him goodbye for that.

haiku

I feel encased in

the winter ice. The cold has

seeped into my bones.

Photos by: Osquer