Anon’s my birthday;
Fifty-five’s last hours roll on
to “pushing 60“.
Skat@2017
Another Year
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Category Archives: Runes and Haiku
Hey, Ho, The Wind and The Rain
Not to complain, but
forecasts say, the rain it will
raineth, every day.
Skat@2017
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Storm Troopers
Crimson poppies get
blown apart by gales of wind—
crepe parachutes drop.
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On The Fence
All lined up, Grackle
“babies” dwarf mom, their gaping
hungry mouths waiting …
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To Every Season
For Bill B:
Come summer, I long
For winter; in winter I
long once more for spring.
Come Autumn, I’m contented
But for everything dying.
Skat@2017
