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Tag Archives: Woods
A garden of tanka . . .
in the loud silence of wind and birdsong, I sow forget-me-not seeds from a small paper packet filled with our love’s story Lynx XXVI:2, June 2011 I’m never happier than when I’m in my garden . . . unless, … Continue reading
Posted in AHA Poetry, Haiku, Haiku-doodle, Lynx, Spring, Tanka, Wind, Woods
Tagged AHA Poetry, Birdsong, Forget-me-nots, Garden, Haiku, Jane and Werner Reichhold, Love, Lynx, Spring, Tanka, Wind, Woods
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Bumblebee rumble . . .
bumblebees in flight leather-clad couples rev up their mating cycles I live just off a popular scenic drive, which, once the weather turns nice, hums with the buzz of hundreds of born-to-be-wild weekend bikers. Their appearance, like the appearance of … Continue reading
Posted in Bumblebees, Haiku, Haiku-doodle, Spring, Woods
Tagged Bikers, Bumblebees, Haiku, Insects, Spring, Woods
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“Lucky” around town . . .
I live just far enough outside of town to qualify for saying the phrase “I’m going to town” whenever I head that way. I like that. It makes me feel like a pioneer heading up the trail in search of new adventures. … Continue reading