Poems of the season

Haiku
two strands of web
move in the wind
shine in the sun
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the rising sun
in its huge redness
now in my camera
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Cinquain

"Early summer; early morning"

Watered:
cussed the cheap green
hose that kinked every time
I pulled it farther from the far
faucet.
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3 Campmeeting observations

Mama
is smiling down
to see--on the mourners'
bench--a bouquet of her hydrangea
blossoms.
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We park
where cabins stood
a century ago.
Now, the only vestige is a
dug well.
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Sawdust
floor is no more:
concrete the answer for
those with allergies, flip-flops and
sandals.
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