#348 - rain waltz with petal strew

 

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rain waltz with petal strew

haiku ended musing for Myron’s birthday

 

a creek roar

high winded

no, I was mistaken

 

for a further wind

 

there is something pure

in the falling we catch

 

some bucket about

 

frog to door

one giant leap

jungle of summer now

 

trunk painted where the bark’s just fallen

 

advise

bring gumboots, brolly, rainbird

stop

congratulatory message

(pay by the word in here)

 

just a headsup – watch the heavens

take your eyedrops so

 

no need to muddy puddle

cicadas are just as loud

 

where’s kooka?

feet up, drying rack

 

curl edges slim volume

grow, you walls

 

damp thoughts

in a sodden glade

 

then breezelesssly bright

just the moment and goes

trees clearing to rain

 

still steady where

we border the weather

 

lichen to edge

all of a crawling complexion go up

under roof so we

fresh shoots

come cress

think rocket

pop

 

picnic preparation

taking down the cobwebs

he sets a beetle free