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Four Haiku for Sunday


1
Maple, poplar, oak—
the names of my forest friends
linger on my tongue.
 
 
2
Women keep weeping
because roots of war grow deep,
and church bells go mute.
 
 
3
In the plum tree’s shade
my skinny little daughter
rubs two shiny coins.
 
 
4
Mother Earth, sounding
oddly like my own mother,
says, “Mend your ways, child.”

 

Haiku © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Survivor

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Gnarled ironwood tree, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
 


no place for poplars—
only a tough tree survives
the desert’s extremes

 
Text and photo © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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