Tagged: rain

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A Visit to Nyack, June 30, 2013

Haibun Black icing. That dark chocolate mousse cake catches a ripple of light. The first bite — an explosion of orgasmic sweetness in my mouth. escaping rain Didier and Dumas’ French pastries We see...

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Gray on Gray

Haibun Calcified gray dust rests on the screen of the bathroom window. Staining the sight of turned, sagging leaves under a gray sky. Leaves that wait for the next deluge or tempest. third day...

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Another Aftermath

Haibun Bird songs, as I awake ahead of the alarm Headache: fruit of the prior day’s tension— or that extra glass of Burgundy Or another gift from that beloved team teacher I work through...

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Fickle Weather

Haibun A gray canopy scatters in a sudden wind. Sunlight bathes the parched grass in radiance it no longer needs. A moment later, one last cloudbank eclipses the sun. budding Maple yearning for warmer...

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Hurricane Sandy Serenade – Part Three

Haibun Poem October 31st “Frankie says it’s the worst Halloween ever.” “Why?” “No pumpkin to carve, no trick-or-treating.” I look at my mother. “Why can’t he tell me himself?” We pull up to Secor...

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The Rain Song

Poem   Rain, rain go away Come again another day Cold drops drench my head and Puddles soak my feet Rain, rain, go away, Wash some other street. Tiny rivers run down the road...

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And The Rain Is Falling

Poem   I sit on my desk, the rain is falling, an open window, thoughts are coming, passing by like train in fields of flowers, like night in day, it’s light in darkest hours…...

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Zen

Poem   Rain Drops Upon the window Sliding down the dusty panes Into the cracks of the sills Spilling into the studio One Two Streams of consciousness follow The muted storm outside While here...

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A Rain Meditation

Haibun Poem   Steady rainfall. The Pastore’s new generator hums. Across the street Stacy and Laurie talk. A sparrow perches on a maple tree, taking shelter under its leaves. Cool draft at my cheek....

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Flea Market

Haibun Poem   A green mountain coffee sign stands in the aisle. Cotton T-shirts and three-quarter shirts with band and sports regalia logos hang on wracks or rest folded on tables inside many booths....