No true patriot is petty.
Yesterday’s cauldrons are not meant for today’s soup.
She who broods lives only to hate.
The dust will endure long after you are gone.
It is clear that no one will miss the sarcastic person.
Athwart is a word seldom used, for obvious reasons.
More Sunday’s Whirligig #132
Shadows lengthen at day’s end, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
Yuma Conservation Garden, Yuma, Arizona
Lost footwear in the Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
A tuft of feathers, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
Planets lose their way,
birds and flowers turn to dust—
the old teacher weeps.
Haiku © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Teaching”
Discarded talc can, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
Fading ocotillo blossoms, April 2016, Anza-Borrego Desert State Park, Southern California
Anza-Borrego Desert State Park, Southern California
the distant mountains—
perhaps an early spring rain
will settle the dust
Haiku and photo © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More SkyWatch Friday
Sunrise, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
in the house of light
women sweeping up the dust
into golden heaps
Haiku and photo © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher