Fanning the flames of inspiration
with leftover gusto
from a night of sweet camaraderie
The flow of pure poetry
arose in his heart
in a burst of light and warmth
happiness is my heart’s name
on foggy morning
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Last summer on rock
like cold blooded lizard sunned
welcomed sun in bones
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Two haikus ’bout bones
summer residing in them
warm rocks are my friends
Frosty leaves on frozen mud
crackle and creak under foot
As sharp breezes cut
through nooks and crannies
I didn’t know my coat had
Briskly chafed cheeks
summon colors not unlike the leaves
Birds, hardy like crows
poke at the crisp blue sky
through mists and steel gray
With beak and wing and caws
almost muffled by the chill
They were all excited
clucking and rushing
Each new rock or stump
as we turned them over anew
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Scraps are a treat…
but bugs and worms…
Yum!
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In rubber galoshes
hoods cutting the mist
We fed the chickens
and hunted bugs
How could it get any better?