I was there…, Haiku Per Day

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for the mother robin How can we eat meat? I ask, as the hawk’s talons clasp the writhing bird. Love0 Share Tweet

The snapping turtle, still as time, prostrates itself before the god rain. Love0 Share Tweet

Bats flitting through the raindrops. The pings, amidst the trees — a gentle gray. Love0 Share Tweet

for the mother robin The last glance of the mother – towards its nest – before the hawk lifts her off. Love0 […]

I was there… Deux Magots Cafe. Smoke meets melting clouds halfway. Parisian rain emphasizing gray. Love0 Share Tweet

I was there… L’Hotel. Mr. Wilde, what’s wrong with the wallpaper? Candles faking flames. Love0 Share Tweet

Remember Jura? A phantom box truck surfing the whisky rain hills Love0 Share Tweet

I was there… Newstead Abbey. Midday rain streaks Boatswain’s grave. Byron’s Abbey standing solemn vigil. Love0 Share Tweet

I was there… Villa Diodati. These and more are the thoughts that haunt me, on this bench in Diodati. Love0 Share Tweet

I was there… Viareggio. The road of kings led me to this beach, to this sea in Italy. Love0 Share Tweet

I was there… The Cheshire Cat moon grins down on Santa Cruz — bathes me in its glow. Love0 Share Tweet

I was there… The wind-swept leaves and honey bees upon the hills of Tuscany. Love0 Share Tweet

I was there… Beneath this tree I think of Harriet B. and Uncle Tom and Floyd. Love0 Share Tweet