Three haikus
The dead tree's echo
talks to all in the garden.
Winter is hiding.
Lurking in shadows
stray sparrows fold their small wings.
The bushes are alive!
The slow night coming
is wrought with wings and weather.
I am still waiting.
Haiku by Bob
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Written on 2007-01-07 at 00:34
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