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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