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Sketchbook 

Gerry Bravi, CA

 

 

 Haiku

a thrush sings
the message loud and clear
without words

 

 

in a rippled sky
the splash of primary colors
water at evening

 

 

bright autumn day
pen in hand I wonder
what to leave out

 

 

no words come
I set out to find something
and missed what was

 

 

aftermath
what dreams await
beyond despair

 

 

shadows fall
another strip of sun
slips away

 

 

late November
old leaves touching
new snow

 

 

a heron fishing
does he sense something where I
perceive nothing

 

 

joggers on the path
do more than their shadows
chase them

 

 


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