blush of dusk
on the lake-
goose wings slap the surface
Published by
Amy Hartl Sherman
A midwesterner through and through, I live in Glen Ellyn, Illinois with my husband, two sons, and three unruly dogs. A few of my haiku have been published in The Heron's Nest, Modern Haiku and the Illinois Times. An example of a non-haiku poem may be found online at FZQ (Free Zone Quarterly). Email: leven11amy@yahoo.com
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in the storm
a solitary jogger
runs barefoot
cosmos
beginning to bloom
summer in September
dove wings clap
rising to greet the dawn …
jog round the neighborhood
–
full of promises
a flock of robins
twitting outside window
dawns chill–
starry sky beneath rippling mirrored lake
as roosters cry