Peter Saint-Andre: Haiku

3 A.M.
Flooding light
Frosts the floor

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Broken clouds
Tinged with white
Somewhere the moon

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Reddish clouds
The only sign of
Moon's eclipse

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Skylight frost
Refracting silver
New Year's moon

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Butter moon!
Halfway over the rim
Of the hill

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Setting moon
Snowy peaks
Which is whiter?

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Rising sun
Setting moon
Which is brighter?

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Behind the roof
The moon glows silver
Beneath, the lights are gold

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Crunchy ice
Instead of dew —
Welcome fall

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Early snow
Juncos arrive
Just in time

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Snow flies sideways
In the lee of a pine
A flicker perches

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Evening breeze
A whiff of smoke
In summer

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Pink contrails
After sunset
Heading east

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Sky of gold
October sun
Late bluebirds

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Squabbling jays
A blur of blue
So like us

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Surroundings
So beautiful
Ugly life

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This tree fell
In last night's storm
No one heard

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Tiny raindrops
Hit my face
Not a cloud

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Up and down
A nuthatch flits
Seeking, seeking

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Just asleep
Coyotes howl
How many?

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Fading sage
Butterflies swarm
Soon to snow

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Two owls talk
Half a mile apart
Close to dawn

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Walden Pond
Thoreau jumps in
Water's sound

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Frigid rain
Summer blossoms
Plastered earth

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In the gulch
Cicadas buzz
Not up here

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See the mist?
Waters thunder
Far away

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Fall blows in
Ten thousand leaves
Clap their hands


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