Grey, lichen'd rocks Echo a single, repeated caw. The raven has spoken.
Category: Haiku a Day
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The sun smiles on
These blue eucalyptus hills
Too warm for wool coats -
Night's raindrops make
A variegated pavement
For the sun to smooth -
The river-pond
Bears a multitude of ducks,
Bobbing on silver -
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A leafy crown
Adorns the snow-gums, gleaming
Bright as skeletonsII.
Naked skeletons,
The foreign trees hibernate
Afraid of snow. -
The unseen wind
Pirouettes in the street, for
Delighted leaves -
Bird silhouettes
Inflate a whirling bubble
Filling the pink sky -
the star-field town
creaks, cut by light-gullies:
streets erode the night -
A bright pin pierces Between blue cloth, white brush-strokes, Of a matte painting.
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Still, smoky air
Inflames the throats of poets,
Warm beside their fires
Jenkins Rising 