Windy winter day:
Oak relinquished brittle leaves—
I mistook for birds
skat©2019
Windy winter day:
Oak relinquished brittle leaves—
I mistook for birds
skat©2019
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Mesmerized,
by blowing leaves, my
cat sits at
the window.
His head traces rise and fall,
every muscle tensed.
skat@2017
Oak’s crisp brown leaves cling,
gathering all their might to
hang on until Spring.
skat@2017
Not to complain, but
forecasts say, the rain it will
raineth, every day.
Skat@2017
Crimson poppies get
blown apart by gales of wind—
crepe parachutes drop.
skat@2017
Poetry, haiku, tanka, and micropoetry
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