Tag Archives: Michigan

Blizzard Haiku

    Snowstorm blew all day Morning after fed the birds Flocks are feasting now. Advertisements

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The Streetlights

For months the streets were dark, streetlights disconnected Citizens were shadows, businesses uneventful Difficult to see as one rides through the city. Cathedral security  and vehicle high beams the only light puncturing the dark. The streetlights are back on now … Continue reading

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SUBDUED MORNING

 Grey clouds hang over the morning Creating a midnight blue canvas Sounds of the awakening city hum Buses idle, waiting to capture first guests Tires clap on freeway pavement Early birds sweeten the chorus Towers aglow greet morning shift steps … Continue reading

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willows on the wane

Towering twin willows lush golden crowns Glowed against the backdrop of the fall sky Cascades of branches flowed to the lawn Testimony of  longevity Circumference, 100 inches An inch for each year of life Lumbering 40 feet above the creek Treasures … Continue reading

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Lost Child –Found on the porch

One cold, morning moment she walked unto the porch After a night alone? Overcome with life follies she collapsed Fell to her knees Then slumped to the side Hitting her head on the cement She lay there as the snow covered … Continue reading

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Primitive Legacy

A primitive people Once roamed this shore This land was quietly owned Lovingly embraced The creatures respected Natural resources godlike. What remains of their path? Shabby remnants! Street names City parks Long-forgotten legends Fill dusty books! Where are their faces? … Continue reading

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From the Sixth Floor

Across the skyway Silvered glass stories reflect The ancient and the modern the old and the young Businessman, homeless one Those ready to contribute Those who gave up long ago Fresh Opportunity Past Achievements The glass meets the horizon Exposing … Continue reading

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