wood smoke on cold still air last crescent Published by Ann K. Schwader Ann K. Schwader's haiku have appeared in Modern Haiku, Frogpond, The Heron's Nest, bottle rockets, and elsewhere. View all posts by Ann K. Schwader
empty truck bed too short … time for the long journey – voice over the intercom time to move on … who’s sorry now – third month in december … my love, all swollen Reply
skating by moonlight
choke cherry wood smoke
perfumes the air
hazy moon…
the scent of hams
curing in the smokehouse
campfire marshmallows
fall off thin willow stick
-swirling sticky smoke rises
peeping into my room
on eighth floor
the crescent moon
empty truck bed
too short …
time for the long journey
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voice over the intercom
time to move on …
who’s sorry now
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third month in december …
my love, all swollen
road ice
woodsmoke rises above Orion
crescent moon –
poppy’s red blossoms
black-stripped bumblebee, undecided
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