Some of my Haiku from 1975, I was 17. . .

 

Under the shade tree
our love withstood all falsehoods
that summer, long ago.

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Pour colors on blue.

Reflect thoughts of passing days.

Rest for tomorrow.

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Rain trickles gently
bringing back sad memories–
blood in the gutter.

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Beauty of white sky

over an ivory sheet.

The brisk air wakes all.

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Steadily upward

climbing over obstacles.

Ivy, show me how.

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©Joan T. Warren

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