Short night
after New Year’s fireworks
to discard bottles
Out of the city
me and the moon
shivering
White tea
the first buds
wrinkled now
Moon’s sickle
and shimmering Orion
too cold for bats
Silent snow flakes
clinging on bare trees
but snowdrops jingle
Chattering cranes
as they advertise
for ONE company
A witch’s cottage
offering homemade stews
no advertising
Thanksgiving
only the turkey
forgot the ritual
The scientist
lost his culture
in his cell culture
River kiosk
still selling refreshments
despite the wind
Hey! Teachers!
no brick in the wall
cheerful memories
After the harvest
scarecrow joins villagers
dancing merrily
Dried out pond
no frog to be seen
yet his mystery
Oh Lord, gimme this
or that, a Mercedes Benz
signed the Greedy one
You’re writin’ haiku
don’t think it’s cold or so, bro
it’s cool, Rock & Roll
Scarlet moon
dipping the meadow in silence
though one hand claps
Grass withering
and cicadas idle
but we work on the tan
On the porch
dripping from the roof
a summer evening
Sun on the sidewalk
heading for parasol’s shade
Auntie’s swollen legs
Summer still young
berries ripening
Oh! A yellow leaf
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