morning mist drifts
as the night stars
disappear
Published by
Gillena Cox
Now retired from the Government service where I worked from 1968 to 2003. Born February 1950. I am married to Anthony Cox since 1971; we have two children - a daughter Yanda; and a son Khama. Writing poetry is my dearest hobby. I enjoy the aspect of abstraction in haiku. Beside my writing I spend quiet time reading and crocheting. I also enjoy a challenging game of Scrabble. I am a member of the World Haiku Club and some of my poems appears at World Haiku Review, my work can also be read at The Heron's Nest, In Buddha's Temple, Charnwood, Wordchimes, and poetry.com My poetry site is PatchWork, poetry for the whole family. View all posts by Gillena Cox
sea fog surrounds me
with a cool embrace–
smaller world
Shiki Masaoka
We cannot see even the moon.
And rise big waves.
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late winter morn –
full moon, low in the western sky
the tiniest of birds
lands among the green leaves
by bob
–
in two minutes
the night sky
a blanket of white
barking San Francisco
sea lions welcome
world-famous “Chippy”
evening mist
cools my sunburned back–
moon tide shod my feet
Howling December winds-
Rattling at doors and windows
Trying to get in.
morning mist
the whir & hum
of the coffee mill
Mist drifting –
a few new-born children:
the mountains
hot and humid
last daylight extinguished …
the thoughts i contend with
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