Posts tagged forest
Haiku-a-day
A black and white dog stands out ahead on a leash at the edge of a forest looking at the person who loves him most holding the leash.

Your forest, meadow,
you loved the world till the end,
and you were loved more.

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A black and white dog stands out ahead on a leash in a fall forest with the person who loves him most holding the leash.

For a year a stray,
then loved and always at home,
me, here, just behind.

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A black and white dog and a woman together in a deep forest.

Under many skies,
we knew that we were lucky —
our eyes on the world.

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A black and white dog starting out along a snowy path in a deep forest.

We stepped through them soft,
every thicket and forest,
mysteries each time.

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The silhouetee of a man holding the leash of a black and white dog sniffing a branch along the path in a deep forest.

Eyes always open,
sensing the hidden things, nose
up and catching scents.

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A black and white dog walks under a large clump of wild daisy fleabane on a sunny day.

Ears scented with earth,
you came out of the tall grass,
lived your life with us.

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A black and white dog looks happily over his shoulder in the snowy woods on a sunny day.

Towards our deep forest,
sixteen degrees and we ran,
owls hooted, sun shone.

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A black and white dog looks happily at the foot of a forest with long shadows and low sun in late November.

The world without you,
you’re on that path alone now,
everything is strange.

For Mack

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Sun shining on dried flower stems in a meadow in late November.

Your big closed-eye smile,
sun warming the cold meadow —
I’ll look for you here.

For Mack

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A black and white dog looks happily at the foot of a forest with long shadows and low sun in late November.

You take the lead now,
decide on the right forest,
blue sky, long shadows
(and wait for us there).

For Mack

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Milkweed husks with seeds floating outside of them in a field among dried goldenrod in mid-November.

Here with Jane Kenyon,
James Wright, Theodore Roethke,
in the otherworld.

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A pair of milkweed seed husks, one empty and one full of seeds in mid-November.

Chambered like a heart,
steadfast as a pair of lungs,
milkweed husks beat, breathe.

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A robin in a tree lit from below by a setting sun at a pond in mid-November.

The last hours of light,
twittering at the green pond
from all directions.

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Leaves of a ginkgo tree piled on the ground underneath it in mid-November.

Every gold leaf
of the ginkgo has let go,
buried soon, till spring.

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Leaves of a ginkgo tree piled on the ground in mid-November.

First snow, the ginkgo
dropped every leaf overnight
to see its beauty.

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A view lookin up at tall leafless trees on a clear day in early November.

We take our worries
on a walk around the lake,
wind shakes leafless trees.

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A cloud is reflected in a small inland lake on a sunny day in early November.

The cloud floats above,
the cloud lands in the cold lake,
the cloud floats below.

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A cluster of blooming splitgill fungus on a fallen branch in early November.

Blooming in the rain,
uncrushable lace — alive,
forest voices, low.

for Mavis Staples

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A puffy cloud floats above a forest around a small inland lake in early November.

The active second —
that cloud moves while we watch it,
bringing changing light.

for Donald Hall