Go back

                                                                                                Adelaide B. Shaw

   

Haiku

   

the quiet garden—
a rabbit’s ears twitch
in the tall grass

   

the river at dusk—
reflections of car lights
flowing home

   

first day of autumn—
the sun on my face
feels the same

   

icy sidewalk—
an old man throws cold ashes
into the wind

   

a warmer sun—
old boots sloshing through
slush and mud

   

icy sleet
slicing through the afternoon
phone call from a friend

   

                                                                                                © Adelaide B. Shaw

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