night before the frost—
every vase in the house
rich with garden flowers
*
morning thunder—
only the most stubborn dreamers
still beneath the sheets
*
the last barefoot day—
spending it as if it were not
the last barefoot day
*
I sure do sing
a lot for someone who says
she loves silence
*
a slight bitterness
in autumn’s greens—that
is what honey is for
Back from a grand adventure. Missed reading your fine poems but I can always go backward in time. This weather poem has been visited upon our place while we were gone too. I especially like haiku 3, perhaps because I had to dig out my slippers again. But as usual, the honey was a perfect ending. Sweet.
There you are! I was starting to worry! Welcome home! I missed your voice Hugs to you, Amigo, r
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