haiku « A Biscuit In The Sun

I can't see the stars.
The morning kiss of Venus.
My moon! Oh love! How?#haiku

— Wes Harman (@wesharman) February 4, 2020

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Robin dethroning
raven, who cries offended
from a lesser tree.#haiku #farmlife

— Wes Harman (@wesharman) January 10, 2020

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Lightness and fastness
–heels in the breath of the wolf–
my kingdom of dust.#haiku

— Wes Harman (@wesharman) November 19, 2019

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2056866772_4c84e7dfaa_z Cold and without wood
in mist too thick to gather;
perfecting alone.

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The sun awakens
to dance among your facets.
The moon, smiling, fades.

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The radiant arc
of the moon's breast emerging
voluptuously.#haiku

— Wes Harman (@wesharman) August 29, 2016

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My brother's garden
full of cats and hummingbirds
Both fierce, never fight.#haiku

— Wes Harman (@wesharman) July 20, 2016

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Sunburned by a stream
So dirty with life I'm clean
Hot feet; cold water.#haiku

— Wes Harman (@wesharman) June 26, 2016

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Slender, so slender
its stalk bends under dew —
little yellow flower.

-Matsuo Bashō, 17th c. Japan

Summer-dry wood wet. Remembered, anxious yearning: A mild, moldy smell. #haiku pic.twitter.com/rnlbJOBC0j

— Wes Harman (@wesharman) October 18, 2015

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