3 Haiku from Douglass Rankin: From 100 Thousand Poets for Change Reading

Things are closing down,
but not the first plum blossoms,
spring comes, regardless…

Cricket noise last night,
now in the grass, no sound
for all, winter comes.

That pesky full moon,
waking me at three AM
to write haiku.

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About Miriam Sagan

I'm blogging about poetry, land art, haiku, women artists, road trips, and Baba Yaga at Miriam's Well (https://miriamswell.wordpress.com). The well is ALWAYS looking to publish poetry on our themes, sudden fiction, and guest bloggers and musers.

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