Haiku from a Garden

Poetry by | July 13, 2008

afternoon sunlight
trysts with unexpected rain
blue bed bursts colors

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dragonfly now rare
reminds me of the green fire
lurking in those eyes

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crimson and golden
petals carpet my garden
sweep not struggle not

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winding jutting through
window pane opening vine
curls to me its song

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dirt waste filth the earth
takes all into her bosom
gives back fragrant blooms

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roots grow in darkness
branches stretch towards the light
dark and light make life

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the cactus pricks me
playfully i pierce it back
ancient juices ooze

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three leaves falling greet
me good morning i smile
as i walk past goodbye

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the forest dances
in pureness and wildness
’tis one and the same

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