crops hide the farmhouse,
but can't conceal distant mountains.
Elephant’s Eye [Haiku]
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When the voices of the children are heard on the green
And whisp'rings are in the dale,
The days of my youth rise fresh in my mind,
My face turns green and pale.
Then come home, my children, the sun is gone down,
And the dews of night arise;
Your spring & your day are wasted in play,
And your winter and night in disguise.

pink blossom drops
in still morning air
beside a quiet lake.

narrow channel,
waving reeds on each side,
boat glides blindly through.

spherical blooms,
arrayed like planets,
bees zip through.

Jacarandas bloom:
thousands of miles from home,
but no less purple.