Poetry


 

 

Four Haiku

In winter
   The sycamore tree
Is nothing but elbows and knees.

Steam rising
   From the old wooden fence.
Winter sun.

A green field
   Spring begins
With the herons single step.

The wild mustard blossom
   Bends low.
Big bumblebee.

~Jake Jacobs

 

 

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