August 28th 2016

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 under
····the heat of a birch tree’s shade—the girl’s sun-
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My daughters have returned from the coast of Maine. The ocean is cold going in, but warm enough for staying. They’ve brought me the fragile shell of a sea-urchin and the sand between their toes. They sleep gingerly tonight, the sun still on their shoulders and backs.
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296 August 28th 2016 | bottlecap
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August 27th 2016

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old
····cider jug—a spider’s sticky web
········inside
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The days almost regretfully grow shorter. But the clouds are never more beautiful than in late August and early September. They’re moody, tall, many-layered, brilliant at noon, multi-colored at sunset and broodily philosophize as the sun and moon trade places. Instead of filling the sky, they enlarge and loom in its breadth and scope.
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295 August 27th 2016 | bottlecap
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August 26th 2016

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waiting
····for the school bus—the boy, the girl,
········the crow
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As if singed by too much sun, the wildflowers have begun to fade and shrivel. The fields have been tedded and the hay rolled up. The corn rows are tasseled and the rotund pumpkins sip on the vine.
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294 August 26th 2016 | bottlecap
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August 23rd 2016

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Chickadees
····stealing sunflower seeds—each day a little
········shorter
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This is an older haiku that I’m adding into my year long mix just because I’ve always loved it; and because the time of the year begins to remind me of it. The evenings are cooling and the days are noticeably shorter, though nothing as short as they’ll become. As I haiku’d this past winter, there won’t be enough sun to broom on the kitchen floor.
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But it’s still August. I get ahead of myself. The haiku of the last two nights were a struggle. I returned to both yesterday and today—both of them feeling flat. I’ve let myself get too tired and perhaps look forward to November. I’ll write my 366th haiku and the next night, when I’m tired, go to sleep. But it’s been a wonderful discipline and I have hunch I’ll write another year’s worth.
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after
····the morning’s harvest—her ankles
········wet
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The bowls are filling with cucumbers, peppers and zucchini and the earliest apples are weighing the trees.
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291 August 23rd 2016 | bottlecap
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