A beautiful death
to compress a rodent’s life
into a banquet.
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From out of the smoke
raining with ash, white egret
at standing water.
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Eleven thousand
lightning strikes, three hundred fires:
smoke in the canyon.
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Wild entanglements
clutch the fate of the planet
with thin filament.
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Miracles begin
with rain enough to restore
dry hills green again.
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Five Western Bluebirds
at the local water hole
after the fog lifts.
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Blueberry moonrise
never in the same place twice—
acorns ripe in oak trees.
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Posted in Haiku 2019, Photographs, Poems 2019, Ranch Journal
Tagged Blueberry Moon, Full Green Corn Moon, Full Sturgeon Moon, haiku, Moon When All Things Ripen, photography, poetry, Wheat Cut Moon

© Terri Blanke
Not an easy climb
to rise above the bluster
of the self=righteous.
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Held in high regard,
we let the dead lean until
we lay down to rest.
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No need to worry
about fancy horsemanship—
the girls know the way.
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