Haiku

Cap and gown are bought.
A morning light now beckons.
Go with love, my son.

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The sun is rising,
and the numbers still don’t work.
An inner storm roils.

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She’s seen my changes
and still stands here, beside me,
watching sunsets fade.

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Dreams of autumns past
fill the summer air with scents
of leaves remembered.

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Grains of golden sand
pass through my frantic fingers:
dreams of days now gone.

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The wind uproots trees,
tearing me from mother’s grasp.
My weeping wakes me.

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The tree crowns whisper.
The leaves bow, rise, flutter, dance,
as summer rain taps.

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From their leafy loft,
cicadas sing with songbirds
in their gospel choir.

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Early morning storm
shakes the wet earth with thunder,
scares the kids awake.

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Still air and still leaves:
the earth is holding its breath.
Only waters move.

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A cold, cutting wind
blows hard, and to save ourselves
we cling to bare twigs.

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The willow dances
out over the rippled pond;
I can hear the song.

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A great V flies South
against heavy laden skies.
I stand unprepared.