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Five Haiku with Tea

Rainy afternoon—
a broken silk umbrella
lies in the gutter.
How placid the cat
curled seemingly forever
in the old man’s lap!
How satisfying
to drink clear, cool spring water
from a clean white cup!
In darkness the hills
hold lurid conversations
with the river stones.
Autumn advances—
the maple’s leaves turn crimson
without fuss or noise.


Haiku © 2021 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Six for Sunday

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Unusually early blossoms on a palo verde tree, November 2016, Yuma County, Arizona

~~ 1 ~~
words to nourish me
on this November morning—
a poem by Keats
~~ 2 ~~
Sing, little sparrow!
How could I despise your voice
this frosty morning?
~~ 3 ~~
This frosty morning
I am dumb before the wren
and its trills of grief.
~~ 4 ~~
Without any means
to support itself, the wren
enriches my life.
~~ 5 ~~
noise at the corner—
a thousand hungry blackbirds
clamoring for crumbs
~~ 6 ~~
joyful not plaintive—
the voice of the old woman
at her husband’s grave

Haiku © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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