The more spines I swallow.
The more rattled it goes.
Tea leaves behind smells.
Like broken pianos.
Raspberry leaf tea.
And someone giving a bike for free.
The more miles I ride?
The less taste there is cried.
Raspberry leaf tea.
Unreal as…
The musical key of a pencil tapping.
Or clouds being pointless.
Crumpled up.
The rule is you have to eat them.
Steeped and harmless.
A taste.
Raspberry leaf tea.
Is good but might be sour.
Horrible whiffs of steam and indescribable.
A little honey too.
This dying oak leaf
Between my fingers was
The only gold I ever owned
Not that I can say
It was really mine
Just something
To keep for awhile
While September was
Here with me
That leaf played with me
Running rings around
My wrinkling fingers
For minutes …
That felt like hours
Then, with palms open
I let gold go …
Back to where it belonged
Which was not with me …
Oh autumn trails
Bring pleasant winds
That never trail south
brightest bulb in sky
colors trees with chill and hue ~
sparks of cold winter
(September Full Moon – Assiniboine)
Meditating on the season, I
took notice of a leaf's dramatic
fall -- a fascinating journey: a
quarter past first marvelous budding~
soon unfolding into towering
presence...now~ dynamic
parting: flamboyant waving,
a curtsy and leap,
a spin with colorful grin,
supported by daffy current --
playful rocking, showy gliding -
faking downing, direct sliding
then again rising, as a royal nose --
at last arriving at inevitable rest
back when the spring commeth
re-leaf….
LEAF
imprint
in cement
pressed in the sidewalk
we lingered there and talked
a thought she once gave to me
"a soul friendship will ever be"
LEAF
imprint
remembered
on the school sidewalk
concrete, yet transcendent
she gave this rare gift to me
"one moment can live forever"
To trump, MAGA dreams depend on tariff,
The math adds up or not, nor yet what if,
A tree’s just tree to him,
Minutiae, mental gym
To him, more than enough is mere fig leaf.
________________________
Happenings | 18.08.2025 | humour, USA
Note: It’s just beyond Trump to understand that if high tariffs make it tough for the exporters, it also makes it so for the importers and the domestic consumers to whom they add to costs and inflation which is already on the rise. Yet, his focus is on the added revenue, not on the truth that this revenue would not enable domestic production and employment, American costs being too high.
have you ever tried to eat dandelion leaves?
someone told me how delicious they are in a tea.
I did not have a recipe, but I tried it several ways.
I am pretty sure they were lying.
a dry leaf fell, consigned to dust
it knew life flows on as it must
it had no desires to fulfil
ways of God it hand learnt to trust
having fully surrendered will
easy was soul’s ascent uphill
being from dark desires unchained
heart was at peace, blissful and still
another leaf fell, its soul stained
detachment in heart, not ingrained
desire caused it to be reborn
that it may be slowly retrained
oh hermit, unless ego’s shorn
we ourselves subject soul to scorn
knowing not light of God within
heeding not call of love’s bliss horn
Original Haiku by Michael R. Burch
Keywords/Tags: haiku, original, sky, breath, existence, night, dark, darkness, leaf, autumn, fall, leaves, universe, beauty, loneliness, night, stars, moon
should the sky fall,
let my last breath
praise Your existence
—Michael R. Burch
It ever was night,
yet in the darkness I found you,
shining, bright.
—Michael R. Burch
a last leaf
clinging to life
declines to fall...
—Michael R. Burch
the Universe,
dazzled by her beauty,
swoons.
—Michael R. Burch
Loneliness engulfs me
like an immense night
void of stars.
—Michael R. Burch
Crow
perched quizzically on scarecrow:
natural comedian!
—Michael R. Burch
Autumn leaves
swirling:
dreams aloft & imperiled
—Michael R. Burch
struggle to fit
into cramped too-small shoes:
tiny haiku
—Michael R. Burch
your easy smile
brightens the day
natural as wildflowers
—Michael R. Burch
a single silver leaf
on the old oak tree:
autumn moon
—Michael R. Burch
The beauty of your life is so easy to see,
In the colors and lines of your symmetry.
After a time with the tree of your life,
Severed from your stem by the wind as a knife.
To ride the wind and swirl to the ground,
To please another as your beauty is found.
I can see in your color a purpose you serve,
Formed to perfection, each little curve.
Planted in rich soil, the tree grew quite tall,
A steam flowing near, gave water to all.
The roots, limbs and branches their part so bold,
To bring out the best in the warmth and cold.
But it is truly my solemn belief,
A tree is most beautiful because of the leaf.
Unleashed by a breeze in autumn, I could f l o a t.
What was magical then
has become a melancholy note.
I drift through mist; Farewell to bliss.
Soon winter will embrace me, but I know
seduction comes less easily by snow.
Four leaf clover Fiona was a lucky Irish lass
Boys asked her out, but she always took a pass
She had large goals, and wanted to get things done
Having six boy cousins, she knew they were not a lot of fun.
But some boys are truly special, her older sister said.
I am only seventeen, she said, don’t change my mind or head.
There are many years between now and when I go to the other place.
Right now, I can barely keep up with my own self-imposed pace.
Fiona was in clover leaders of the world, and on a robotics team.
She had designed a specialized drone, and a new flying machine.
Fiona was a scientist, a writer, an artist, a woman with an active mind.
She was not on the hunt for a man, difficult to find a similar kind.
Leaf got cried,
On moving apart.
The pain wandered
Inside a Lil heart.
The living trend,
Lasting for long
Blowed the wind
Asking the will along!
To separate heartily
Relations on a bid!
Aparting soul merrily!
Getting a silent rid!
The determine lasts
One the only will,
Before moments pass,
Earlier to be shrinked!
Asking for a heart
Emotions let filled!
One with fond arts
Living love still!
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