Sun on window sill
Lighting up the quartz crystals,
Trumpets a new day.
Lighting up the quartz crystals,
Trumpets a new day.
Dizzy kind of day,
But the trees still seem solid
As they wave gently.
But the trees still seem solid
As they wave gently.
Stopping to chit chat
I forget to write haiku.
Well, here's another.
I forget to write haiku.
Well, here's another.
Light translucent leaves
Gather in the bright sunshine
And make it solid.
Gather in the bright sunshine
And make it solid.
Shouts and a chain saw
Cut through the sunny morning.
They're shaving my trees.
Cut through the sunny morning.
They're shaving my trees.
Tree with two crutches
Mirrors old lady indoors.
Mirrors old lady indoors.
(I think she's older).
Translucent morning--
Leaves crave to hold the sunshine
Even if they're dead.
Leaves crave to hold the sunshine
Even if they're dead.
Women, dogs, shadows
Intermingle on the road
Quietly, softly.
Intermingle on the road
Quietly, softly.
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