Thursday, May 26, 2011

kiss

her kiss
would feel twice as soft –
alone again

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an aspen leaf
rocking on the stream –
afternoon nap

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old man's doubts —
raking last fall's leaves
into many piles


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6 comments:

Magyar said...

leaf pile
in this rising wind
I doubt

My doubts, Warren, are always a pile of old leaves, stirred by a newer wind.

As always, _m

Warren said...

Jes' rakin' those leaves back and forth, mullin' over our doubts. Thanks, Doug.

War

Adelaide said...

A great set, Warren.

Adelaide

Warren said...

Thanks for stopping by, Adelaide - I always welcome your critiques and comments. If you ever have a suggestion on how to better one of my haiku, please let me know.

Warren

bogpan said...

Small world. From a friend I learned about your blog. Here I saw my friend Maja.
And to comment on autumn leaves

The season that didn’t exist
So the time
just like a river
lowers each waterside
from a higher
to a small one
or from colorful
to horizon.
Yes.
So the time.

The children,
each fall
the yellow leaves
they gather.

"The Man Who…" 2009

Bozhidar Pangelov
Bulgaria

Warren said...

Hi Bogpan - Yes, Maya is a big inspiration to me - she is a very good poet and overflows with insight. Thank you for stopping by, and thank you for sharing the wonderful poem.

Warren