Back Roads Haiku

My back roads are unpaved, quiet, undeveloped, dusty in the summer and muddy in the spring. Walk along any of them and you are likely to see old family cemeteries, stone walls, streams, ponds, and a variety of flora and fauna. It's where I live, and the source of most of these haiku.

[backroadshaiku]

you and me...

words and music

in the equinox

    ____

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waxing moon

things get better

between us

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midwinter -

a lazy chimney smoke

in the afterglow

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heart strings -

the in-betweens

. . .winter winds

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the signs. . .

the hollow moon.. .

and the corona around me

   ____

a fox

all healthy with full tail

 in a january moon 

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tomorrow's wake -

a lone leaf

skittering on frozen snow

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full moon

sharp edges cutting

through this verse

    ____

not strong enough

to read these words

. . . Manitoba line

    _____

empty

church parking lot

 - snow falling

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January moon -

coat tails

on freshly iced pond

    _____

open morning. . .

the cold breath

of village poets

    ____

lend me

one memory of flowers

...10 degrees and falling

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where two streams meet -

the equinox

quietly approaches

    ____

a few fallen leaves

on the nursing home

walkway

    ____

soon

he'll be able to reach them

...orchard child

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summer flowers gone by

to compost

. . . heart strings vibrate

    ____

with each tree frog

a star

into being

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night stream

- a recurring dream

rushes by

    ____

night blossoms -

soft breathing scent

into reality

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thunder

bouncing over the hills

. . .undeterred butterfly

    ____

dirt road

the smallest puffs of dust

from giant raindrops

    ____

after the rain

a bit of glisten

on the crow's back

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shorter days

crows rushing

into dusken skies

    ____

wallflower

an accidental pumpkin

,makes the scene

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summer's end

a little more gray

in my beard

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I miss your hand

in late summer

. . . dragonfly dance

    ____

august moonlight -

oh, to be as straight and tall

as summer corn

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in waves it seems

the full moon

riding on cloud crests   

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The garden tonight

unplanted in furrows deep

. . .keeps  promises made

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birdbath...

forsythias blooming

in a goldfinch leaf

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Easter parade

a crowd of tulips

line the church walkway

    ____

cloud shift -

spring field shadows leave

a tinge of green behind

    ____

tiny hands

and colored eggs

. . . what field is this?

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high tide. . .

what wave will finally

smooth my rough edges?

    ____

horses have been here

the storyline

in this April mud road

    ____

still together

forsythia buds open

in a cracked world vase

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if you would

serve your own...

forsythia buds cracking

    _____

waves

barely reaching our shoes

- distant tree tops sway

     _____

morning light. . .

the birds I swear

come only in in Spring

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striving...yearning to hear

the sound of millions

- snowflakes falling

    ____

white noise -

the softest hiss

of snowflakes falling

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snow falling

into an open stream

- how quickly we pass