Monday Haiku: the bird of Love

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to her….
will be random posting
of Haiku devoted to
Scout, my partner

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Love needs air to breath,
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and Love needs Trust to survive.
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birds need wings to fly….

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i learned to let go
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and love her with open arms.
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the nest… calls us Home.
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to Christina and C.K. for their inspirational
post Let Go, Jump In, Love Wide Open ty.

respite…….the day the leaves fall

dear friends…these two poems were always planned to be companion pieces, i was just waiting for ‘the day the leaves fall’ to combine them. oddly enough, the day ‘respite’ posted, the wind played it’s part. this beautiful instrumental played it’s part as well, the second poem was written to the tempo of the music. if you pick it up, passages in the poem should coincide with crescendos in the song. ty, and i hope you enjoy!
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respite.
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the still Autumn wind
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suspending leaves in… mid fall,
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resting in blue sky….
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the day the leaves fall.
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because only a milisecond

separates stillness from storm

shrill winds suddenly howling as

sleepy worlds sleep, stripping

bare all we know.

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each Autumn leaf

and warming palette of life,

my safe womb under canopy

is such beauty discarded.

trampled like litter,

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along streets

and on sidewalks.

because

everything changes,

the day the leaves fall.

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and the squirrels

they quicken their forage

fast finding bounty,

and begging for handouts,

before first frost concretes soil.

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because

everything changes,

the day the leaves fall.

a flourescent white sky

is falling upon me

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is blinding

these eyes, has

brittled these bones.

the ground shifts unstable

my thoughts are unsteady,

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foul memories haunt me

the feared shapelings of doubt.

ghastly spirits gather,

like ghosts they’re in hiding.

and lurk in grey clouds,

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bleeding in

and… bleeding out.

because

everything changes,

the day the leaves fall.

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oh

sing your song to me

my sweet songbird of seasons

beckon me Homeward

my loyal siren of Love

i hear your melody,

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as i stand pale among trees.

our colors erased,

and our hearts are in doubt.

cradle me warm in your

down feathered embrace,

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nestle me closer as

the winds now are scowling!
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because

everything…. changes,

the day…. the leaves… fall.

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