Sweet Breath

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The Lovely taste of the evening. 

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Sweet Breath    -    03 Dec 19 

Last wind 

An ancient gasp 

Caught in the twilight 

Endless days 

Wrapped in the breath 

Of the evening 

I remember 

Sweet winds which carried 

Wishes and dreams 

From the dawn 

Through the forever day 

Till the evening arrived 

And the final breath of now 

Was claimed 

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A long time between dawn and evening. 

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Dreaming Evening

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I have experienced many days like this.

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Dreaming Evening   -   22 Oct 18

Slow drifts through the day
Gather thoughts in the twilight
My mind rests in the gentle day
As friendly shadows gather me up
To take me into night
From the dreaming evening

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All very restful and pleasant.

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Twilight

Wandering through the evening ~ exploring.





Twilight  -  16 Aug 15

Warm twilight
Evening slips away
Calling me

Explore

Stars in the east
Glimmer into life
New worlds call

Explore

Twilight hides
My footsteps
Silence holds them





Before anybody asks, this poem has absolutely nothing to do with a book and movie series of similar name.

Haikū 68

Returning to the hand-written Haikū archives for a few offerings.





Mystery  -  06 Jul 10

Dark hour Mystery
Sweet Lover touches my Heart
before day returns


Verdant  -  07 Jul 10

In a field ~ verdant
we lay ~ watched the clouds above
Sky dancing for us


Dog Haikū [from a dog's point of view]  -  07 Jul 10

sniff, sniff, sniff, pant, pant,
[ my master ! ] run, lick, lick, lick,
bark, bark, bark, walk, sniff


Breeze + Thought + Memories

Twilight memories
of all the beautiful days
carried on the breeze


Blizzard  -  08 Jul 10

Cherry blossom ends
Petals fall like driven snow
Blizzard in summer





More  poems to come soon...

Wind

This poem grew yesterday as I looked out of my window and watched how the day was changing, rather unexpectedly.





Wind  -  27 Oct 12


In a wind
Carrying darkness
From the north

Ice shards
Slice the day
Allowing

Shred the clouds
Twilight peers through
Muddy sky

Taste of snow
In the air
Wind messengers

Watching for the first
Ice dancers
On the cold winds





Interesting how my Muse inspires me sometimes.