Petals of pansies for our garden :: Who left outside thunder :: hail tatters.
Tag: haiku
Beautiful Morning, Dirty Bird
Blue sky :: May dawn blushes Maiden Breast Hills— noisome magpie :: aagk aagk aagk
Don’t Ask When Winter Ends. Nature Has Its Own Wake-up Astonishments
May:: snow sifts down on green grass—water in gutters, Then rain:: thunder! Astonish
Another Old Fart Haiku
Snow covers Maid's Breast Hill— there was a summer long ago he explored them—hard No need to elaborate.
In Montana People Do Not Use “Fickle” to Describe the Weather
Spring has fuddled off into mountains bleared with late April blizzard. Prompted and brought to you by "Vague"
A Worry of Stone
Under these mountains— murmuring stream glint, tumble soil and sand. Fret
Black Rags
wind harries black rags against blue sky, white crowned mountains— raven croak Fact
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