first colored leaves
boatmen on the river
ship their oars
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paul m. is an award winning haiku poet whose work has been widely published. He is Treasurer for the Haiku Society of America (hsa-haiku.org) and Haiku North America (haikunorthamerica.com), as well as book review editor for Modern Haiku (modernhaiku.org).
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interesting perception, paul;
i perceive fall of the year. albeit, why “ship one’s oars ahead” (play on words), or is this the proverbial “up a river without a paddle”.
nightfall
stillness in the air –
my thoughts flourish
interesting perception, paul;
i perceive fall of the year. albeit, why “ship one’s oars ahead” (play on words), or is this the proverbial “up a river without a paddle”.
nightfall
stillness in the air –
my thoughts flourish
to the death chamber
caged chickens
on the lorry
Interesting Paul Miller!
Berlin Wall
a smooth stone
in my pocket
Gene
River waters dance
Red and gold.
The dragonfly heads home.
autumnal evening rains
spiraling …
myriad of insects
moored racing shell
dead leaves float down the river
green the evergreen–
forms cross blue skies
towering white thunderhead