November 30
this old house
settles into night
I become alert
(C) EPM
this old house
settles into night
I become alert
(C) EPM
my finger
slowly scrolls
through Sunday morning
(C) EPM
beside
a rosy sunbacked cloud
the half moon reflects
(C) EPM
November mist
where sketetal trees
overlook in stillness
the dry stone wall
comes to life
in twinkliing moss
(C)
mist over the hills
like natures warm breath
on a cold morning
draws the day inward
wraps me in the home
that is my heart
(C) EPM
the moon slipped
behind the chimney
hiding while I seek
where trees
are scribbled on the sky
(C) EPM (naani)
freshly raked sand . . . the morning open to reinvention by Angela Terry (USA) Mariposa, 34, Spring/Summer 2016
I saw a chaffinch today,
a robin and a squirrel.
The trees are bare,
now I can see the bark,
the moss and lichen.
Through the hedge
I see cattle, sheep, dry stone walls
and in the distance
the lake, blue as the sky.
This is the season of openness.
Open hearts and open minds
will open up the future.
(C) EPM
the sun goes down
the city lights up
the stars still shy
(C) EPM
sitting outside life
on a dark November day
Costa and haiku
recalling time
sweet
memories
just a few
words
that say so much
(C) EPM
(our shortform poetry used to meet here)
(haiku / piku / piku)
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