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fish in pond haiku 

close to earth haiku 

winter twigs out 

cant take it with you 

VG Heir 

string bikini 

red Flower haiku 

blossoming lovesongs

These new pink flowers
Are they really not the ones
That bloomed here last year?
... 

crumpled plastic bag 

Blue Hole hot tub 

birth of rapids 

thatch hut white birds flying 

"uhm...det smager godt!" 

geronimo 

corncob pipe 

Spring Thaw Haiku 

Blue Shadows 

Spring Thaw 

Swirls 

Journey up to top
Look around, go down again
To the other side

Only the Shadow of my Shadow

Agape 

Living undulations,
Tall grasses grow
Up to the light of the lights
Tall pines together
Sing lullabye songs
All through the long dark nights
One song life
One song love
One song a spirit and a soul
Another forsooth
Whispering truth
Teeny, tiny pieces of a whole
How they know
How to grow
So strong,
So deep in the ground
Mysterious mystery
In all of history
No answer has ever been found.
-//\\-sef

Dripping tears 

My home is in the deep forest of this Island:
I walk daily around the edge of the shore,
then sit for a while with my bare feet in
the little waves which languidly lap in and
out around my ankles.
Tall trees above my head swing and sway as
warm wind passes;
I drink spring water from green leaves.
I weave willow branches to form a little
basket then rest beside a tree while
sipping cold, wild tea.
I lie down between clean,rainwashed
sheets woven by my own hands...
I've taken my body away,
far away from the daily grind
filling, flooding my mind
with clean, clear waters of being
I inhabit this island,
this glorious island.
-//\\-odmmb

Cloudy morning, layer on layer,
from white to indigo;
Shady path around pond lingering
in last night's dark,
Not a sign of anyone anywhere to be seen.
Little creek under bridge pure clear flow,
No place, no where, could be
any more so beautiful than this.
Birds sing in tune with my own heart.
-//\\-sef

All over the city warm breeze, soft sunlight
Even the oldest trees under the
dark eaves of a building are blossoming
I tried to find a place to sit but on
this glorious morning the path led to
a thousand places.
Sef

Down to the edge of the river
to watch the whirlpools go
round and round
or back up to the clearwater spring
to sit in the shade.
Not doing any one thing in particular;
just walking around
two feet off the ground,
with my head in the clouds.
Sef

worrying down through the ages