Listening to winter
is not the same as
listening to summer.
One offers the silence
of bare trees.
The other offers
the nervous singing of birds.
Every season speaks
a different language.
Listening carefully
is how we discover this.
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Lilting
Winds say it’s strings, harp
Or violin, that fractures
Ice; frogs say bassoons.
[Disposable Haiku January 13, 2013]
Dr. Mike
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Groundhog Day
Oh no! Now it will
Be a Friday the 13th
Again all year long!
[Disposable Haiku January 13, 2013]
Dr. Mike
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