Saturday, September 13, 2008

Three Hai`kus

day slowly rises
pulled up by the warm red sun
and all time goes on
. . . . .

the rocks remain still
day and night have no meaning
only clinging roots
. . . . .

the gray day settles
slowly falls to leafy bed
cold grass pulls it close
. . . . .

October 1985 seventeen syllable hai`kus

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