sasquatch serenade

 
dawn breaks camp in ouchita national forest

dark road winds, winds, winds

thru tall pines, pines, pines

 
fog stretches fingers between wooded hills

low mist finds, finds, finds

story lines, lines, lines

 
legends of sightings persist near beaver bend

where our minds, minds, minds

notice signs, signs, signs

 

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meditation on psalm 5:3

 

“O Lord, in the morning you hear my voice; 

in the morning I direct my prayer to you and watch.”

 

Lord, in the morning

under shadow of pines

you will hear my voice

sunlight filters through forest

in distant sky, eagle soars

 

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Country Pines, Marshall TX

whispered in forest

 

breathe clear mountain air

camp beneath whispering

pines listen to nocturnal

noise as whispers of clouds

shadow dance with haloed moon

campfire embers glow while

smoke-curl whispers spiral up

i welcome irresistible tickle

when you whisper soft into ear

warm touch overwhelms words

 


Joining De and dVerse Poets at the pub for a round of quadrilles…

renewal

CDHK’s prompt from Jane Reichhold’s “Dictionary of Haiku”:  pines   

(photo by lynn)

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daylight awakens

softly tickles baby boughs

pine-scented dew drops

gone fishing

 

by cold mountain lake

among whispering pines

father helps bait hook

 


Inspired by Ubugu’s haiku featured at CDHK