Haiku (II)

by Elizabeth

Knob on an oak tree –

I am counting the summers

until I am old.

 

Moon face

I saw once on this street:

I’m forgetting the name.

 

One afternoon,

kneeling in the dirt –

ground as hard as lion’s tooth!

 

No map,

I tell my way by the stars –

who can say I’m fast asleep?

 

Chrysanthemum

dropping its petals,

a chill setting in!

 

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