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12/13/24 Haiku for the Day

From the narrow mouth,
All the waterfall droplets
End in new places

Blast from the Past:

Falling snow atop
The mountain, an avalanche,
Or the sweeping wind?

A hummingbird drinks
From a spring flower as the
Mountains crests behind

A Blast from the Past:

Ferns with leaves so large
I could wrap it around my
Hip like a garment,
From where do you get so much water?

We are the jagged trees
Leafless, slithering from the wind
Who survive this wasteland

Blast from the Past:

The trees let go
Of their leaves and bear the cold
To now grow anew.

From where does so much
Water come to remake
Everflowing stream?

Blast from the Past:

I’m walking along
The stream, letting its water
Become my thinking

The skull of a horse
As the painter’s brush returns
To the desert sand

Blast from the Past:

The desolate beauty
Of the sagebrush sea, rolling
Over the sand dunes

The wind winds the
Reed. Yet also the reed helps
Us to read the wind.

Blast from the Past:

Turning everything
Into itself to advance
‘Bout the world, the wind

Playing melodies
In the pattern of shadows
Against the white wall

Blast from the Past:

The wind must be a
Musician, and the trees her
Instruments.

Stare far enough out
Into the vast expanse and you
Can see the lone tree

Blast from the past:

The lone bat flying
Along its own wind current:
Accident or choice?

Anticipation
Irresistibility
Exhilaration

Blast from the Past:

The roving wind
Patterned air pushing more air
To a new cycle

Standing there, luring
Despair astray, erasing
Expanses of hope

Blast from the past:

In the darkest night
The lonely moon still shines.
Hope for dark days ahead