poetry – Page 4 – ColinMylesAuthor

Haiku – Quiver

a pink rose quivers
in the blustery west wind;
coffee almost brewed

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down by marina
reeds rustle clouds break apart;
music from somewhere

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walk down avenue
tree sparrows guide me part way;
grey town bathes in sun

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pull up the red blind
measure out the coffee beans;
morning ritual

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in green glass bottle
flower cutting from garden;
forgot it's name now

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walking through damp leaves
soft shuffling scuffing echoes;
down the dank lane way

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circus tent is up
luminous red neon signs;
blazing through the rain

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church bells are tolling
sounding out above rooftops;
check my watch again

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a silent sea haze
lightly grazes the turning waves;
shiver as I watch

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a black and white cat
listens to birdsong with me;
counter purposes

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