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The sunlight
now flooding the valley
after three weeks
of steady rain with no slits in the
clouds, no patches of light,
must be a sign.
With one hand
I grab my guitar,
with the other
I begin scribbling a tale
about the distant waterfall.
fed by the recent rains,
that keeps thundering into an abyss.
I could have drifted
into darkness,
been swallowed by deep waters,
if sunlight had not
come to the valley again.
This is my tale,
this is my song.
Sing with me.


Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Sunday’s Whirligig #162
More Poetry Pantry #404 at Poets United


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A mountain range at dawn, Sonoran Desert, Yuma County, Arizona

a new day breaking
over the distant mountains—
one crow tells the tale

Haiku and photo © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Mountain”


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One of many ancient ruins at Wupatki National Monument, Northern Arizona

stumbling over stones
left so many springs ago
no one knows the tale

Text and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Sunday Scribblings 2: “Stumble”
More Haiku My Heart at Recuerda Mi Corazon
More Carpe Diem: “Basho’s ‘Has Spring Come'”