Hot September Day

In the hazy air
The setting sun colors clouds
Heat-shimmer fading

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Dreaming of red leaves
Falling, falling, whispering
Of the frost to come

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Last cicada song
Thrumming in the shadowed trees
Storm-clouds gathering

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A field of dry corn
Where the dark crows assemble
Bare feet on cracked ground

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Summer hodgepodge

Summer wind blowing
A skunk scampers through the grass
Leaving stink behind

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There in the mirror
Pale spider on a pale thread
Watches in silence

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Standing in drizzle
Colors splash across the clouds
A sunset rainbow

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Waking me from sleep
Blue-white flashes, deep rumbles
The storm is laughing

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When the door opens
A squirrel startles, leaps away
Lonely afternoon

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Despite the cold, spring

Standing on the steps
Chirping back to a sparrow
Wind through the bushes

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My toes are quite cold
Despite the warmth of red socks
Waiting for the bus

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Early spring morning
Sun is tangled in my hair
Wind blows off the lake

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Celebrating spring
On the bare white wall I see
Things that aren’t there

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Winter Birds

Brown and splash of red
Singing to the winter sky
Cardinal and me

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Welcome back, old friend!
Morning quiet broken by
Bluejay in a tree

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Wind above brown grass
Drying snow-free ground. Listen
Sparrows are singing

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