Friday, April 14, 2006

full moon haikus

The experience
of fresh air and grey light, soft
the gloaming begins

I pour the contents
of my mind over brown-red soil
tomorrow's mushrooms

I walk the forest
feet kissing earth many times
not wanting to leave

Bird twitters softly
just go home now lady love
your work this day done

Robin what say you?
How is it you are still here?
Your nest grows cold

One last worm is pulled
from beneath green grass
bird hops-laughs- flees

The full moon blooming
will tease and brightly spotlight
that I miss that kiss

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Will I sleep at all?
Can I tire myself in time?
Will I sing till dawn?