fingers of the sea
rushing through marsh grass
the sinking path
windows open
the sound of summer
in all the rooms
early morning walk
grass clippings turn old sneakers
a new shade
Presence
Heron's Nest
Cloud Peak
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Body Language They speak no English, Grandpa and Grandma. We speak no Italian, my sister and I. Words we understand are limited to a few...
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Happy Sunday Adelaide. I've been "summer-slow" lately.
__ This, is a nifty triplet of your thoughts Adelaide, and I really like your "the sound of summer; in all the rooms"! _m
in open windows
as ferry whistle's echo
the island journies
thanks, Magyar. Your haiku brought back memories of our trips to Martha’s Vineyard
Adelaide
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