her funeral

memories recalled
voices raised while petals fell
echos of laughter

liberary

west wind thunder fades
water sparkles like diamonds
the trees are still wet

crappie Haiku

none of us get out
all that is left is echos
petals in transit

rough

words with out meaning
an echo of life once lived
brown moths at morning

Nicole ReNae Lund, good bye

weaving webs of love
I slip through the veil silent
my leaving brings tears

Three Fer

I smell tobacco
sitting in the pouring rain
thinking about ants

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a Spirit passing
marks my front door for ages
I hear white thunder

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running through droplets
listening to the clouds drums
watching sandals splash

Canadia

hidden behind trees
black griffons fight for honor
in fields of clover

Fer HAnsy

digital balls bounce
political posts rambling
Hans is sick of crap

WW

hidden in the pines
canvas springs up like mushrooms
echos of laughter