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rain droplets stir hope
but gray clouds refuse to burst . . .
our yellowed back yard
A young girl with ants in her pants
Was doing a strange kind of dance
We yelled, "Take 'em off!"
She snarled back a scoff:
"Its Utah! That's nowhere near France!!
utah
camping on a blue mesa
human noise
emptying into
evening stillnes
Published - January, 2016 - Haiku Society Journal
Amongst seeds of words
sophistication resides,
this Utah lady
spreads her light across the globe...
with friendship personified.
© Harry J Horsman 2012
my seed came to me
with a bump on his face
and ask why we both
had the same on our faces
and why it had showed up
over night?
lie to the child
lie for heavens place
lie, and never tell
him the truth of hate
spin a not knowing
so he will think every things alright
but in my own eye
the fear spilled out
the shame of what
has happen to his face
the shame of knowing
i failed to keep the fallen
from my door
the shame
open holes of golf
the ladies aloft and sparse
downstairs a buffet
Earths scent fresh as springs morning dew
Water swiftly flowing crystal cold and blue
Sun begins to peak over mountains high
Breeze in the crisp morning air whispers by
Wish this moment to be stored in memory
New day unfolds into continued life's story
Grateful to awaken to a beautiful new day
Leaves from the tall green trees gently sway
Camp fire crackles as the embers grow cool
The water is warming in the natural pool
Suddenly a squirrel scurries somewhere nearby
Look silently at the eagle soaring in the sky
A Deer slips past quietly in the distance
Memories held in treasured remembrance
Copyright ©2007 Patricia Lynn Contreras
Hold the beauty of the desert
it's wind cold
pristine
blanketing wide expanse
reckoning
awake to drifted thoughts
blown endless across plateaus silent far
where distant dreams painted in the sand
draw close with longing
like lips across a rose
eager for the touch of soft deep colors
well defined in quiet self repose
or the purple of the sky
now stayed together
the hazed sun orange red against.
Journey centuries passed
walk its trailblazers' path
old memories photographed
are sacred keys to Moab's past
Red sandstone canyons surround
an old western town
its sacred fertile ground
and white sunlight grew sunflowers
near burningwood powered
homes nestled in verdant canyon meadows
where oxen roamed and travelers settled
cooled by cloud color blend and snow capped Rocky Mountains
gracing blue twilight skies growing dark
over Canyonland Park
bordering Colorado River
beneath summer star glittered nights
and china pearl moonlight
Morning summer dream
day brings gentle air and amber tangerine skilight gleam
Nature's presents...eternal Earth's essence
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