A HANDFUL OF HAIKU

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Japanese cherry

Blossoms blown to the pavement:

Rain-battered beauty

Bomb-cyclone draws near—

On the windowsill

Warmth of deepest winter sun

Coffee slow-dripping:

Dawn seeps into the room,

Safe after another night

Snow cracks an oak limb—

A forever -lost young friend

With tears remembered

Groundhog gives renewal hope–

How like the start

Of the ordinary days

Latte lover flips

A single newspaper page –

Spring forward this night

March: persistent waves

Of green will soon overwhelm

Stubborn snow mountains

Orphan glove atop

An empty outdoor table–

Alone in the rain

Ice-bitter coldness,

A rose pushes through frozen earth–

Spring cannot be far

Yellow afternoon–

Your absence like paper-cut

Blood drops on daisies

Sun today, evening rain –

Gambler’s heart holds a foolish

Grip on hope’s umbrella

Piece by piece, summer

Shelter builds, only to be dismantled

By determined fall

Pelting drops, then mist–

How like our own strange storm:

Now intense, now tepid

Gray lots give way to

Sudden gushing green spots:

City staccato

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@ 2026, Susan M. Silver