Tiny Poems, Haiku and Such

October 11, 2017

sensing his unease
I cover the little dog
with my pale blue shawl

lets go look at the night
and I dance to the tune of our marriage
and his love
harvest moon

I try to still
my mind and spirit
longing for that solid core
of silence

manic squirrels rush across the morning woods
sending the small dog into a frenzy
from tree to tree
scouring the sky with his inquisition

along the morning path
soft thuds
muffled by the gathering leaves
black walnuts fall to the rain softened ground

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