Cold Moon Journal: By Susan Bonk Plumridge

Cold Moon Journal: By Susan Bonk Plumridge:





 thoughts

 growing into

 words

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 turkey vulture

circling the fishing

harbour

fallen leaves

overlooking a ravine

with thanksgiving

acorns

scattered along the path

chipmunks gathering

burning bush

the brilliant red

of autumn

bloom

where you're planted

wild asters

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 red-tailed hawk

hunting the squirrel scrambling

around the tree

goldenrod

browning along

the edges

hiking shoes

caked with mud from

deep in the woods

childhood guitar

returns after time with

another girl

sand 

firm by the pounding

waves

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my story

an echo in church

singing praise

yellow leaf

drifts through the open

car window

eating dinner

crosslegged by the screendoor

listening to crickets

an umbrella

tucked in a book bag in case

the grey clouds darken

chickadee

disarming the

burrs

 

bass guitar

bass guitar

rhythm to hang

the lyrics on 

Published today in:

FailedHaikuIssue58.pdf

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toadstools

on the fallen log

a chill drifts by

books and tea

a friendly visit

through time

a computer

folded away

meeting over

a purple haze

across the woodland fields

michaelmas daisies

reading history

alone in his den

words for the future

 

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growing wilder

with each passing year

my garden

red

maple leaf fallen

jeans unpacked

minds

refuse isolation

zoom

chipmunk ahead

doubling back

suddenly

a longing

to see the big picture

a cricket song