Three Haiku – October 8, 2018

No cries of sea birds

Steel, concrete, and car exhaust

New Jersey marshlands.

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Food loses savor

And my ribs begin to show

This anxiety.

*****

Mist shrouded tree trunks

Wet leaves glisten – fungi sprout

Early autumn damp.

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Three Haiku- September 30th, 2018

I woke this morning

Baptized by chilly dew drops

Nature’s kiss at dawn

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Fragile as a moth

Or the hollow bones of birds

No, this hope is steel

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First chill of autumn

Chairs inch closer and closer

To the dying fire.