by Robert Beveridge, Akron, OH
—Photos Courtesy of Public Domain
chilly autumn rain
rolls into my collar: scent
of rotting apples
* * *
condolences flat
against the pavement: wildfire
moves closer to Weed
* * *
almond joy deer smells first snow in the air
rolls into my collar: scent
of rotting apples
* * *
condolences flat
against the pavement: wildfire
moves closer to Weed
* * *
almond joy deer smells first snow in the air
ten minutes of rain
tarmac steam gives rise to shadows
* * *
train roars above
me
Septembersummer bank
of nameless lake
* * *
inked face on one side,
carved on the other: oven
roasts the salted guts
rock turned over
the invisible holes
of the ants’ nest
* * *
two swallows quibble
in an ocean of red dust:
fat worm camouflage
* * *
cherry blossoms…
wind blows discarded
mask down the street
summer morning
the lake sings mist
my lungs answer
* * *
bone crackers:
between his teeth
the sleepy eel
* * *
geese return to pond
toddler throws bread, expects fish
April thieves honk
acres plowed, donkey
stops to rest in April sun
the corn will be sweet
* * *
Michaelmas summer
rain drips from orchid leaves
bitter cherries
* * *
november rain in september sky
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Today’s LittleNip:
The only problem
with Haiku is that you just
get started and then
—Roger McGough
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—Medusa, with thanks to Robert Beveridge for his fine exercises in brevity today!
". . . two swallows quibble . . ."
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