cherry tree watchmen
with their white heads
together
Kyorai Mukai
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The Acer
Is yet to be planted out
A birthday gift
It will have pride of place
Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
cherry tree watchmen
with their white heads
together
Kyorai Mukai
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The Acer
Is yet to be planted out
A birthday gift
It will have pride of place
full moon—
shadows of pines
on the straw mats
Kikaku Takarai
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One tea ceremony
Just one
In this one lifetime
A ceremony
To share
With this one other
Away from the trees
Out of the woods
On the desert plains
Where the mysteries
Of the day
Are to be buried deep in sand
haiku mind
108 poems to
cultivate awareness
& open your heart
is by Patricia Donegan
winter gusts—
abortion herb has boiled
and yet…
Sojo Hino
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She said
She could not bear
To bear him another son
Yet the man
Or the men
They could not change
However much they climbed
The hierarchy ladder
Of life
Other than to choose
To die alone
If choice he so had
haiku mind
108 poems to
cultivate awareness
& open your heart
is by Patricia Donegan
winter morning
without leaf or flower
the shape of the tree
L.A. Davidson
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September Sunday
Sheep in the field
Drizzle in the air
Quiet
Except for breakfast
First, on the stove
Then, at the table
Rabbits on the lawn
Poems in the book
Life is even
If not yet crisp
terminally ill—
and her nails beautiful
by the wooden heater
Dakotsu Iida
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Don’t go there
Not yet
Not for a good while yet
Don’t even think about it
Not now
Not even in the near future
It is too much to contemplate
A step too far
However small the steps you take
Think instead of the lightness
Of the temptations
Of the early, explorative years