simonhlilly

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Every other noise
In the storm:
The latecomers.

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Sounding deep my soul:
The wind that moves the dark pine.
How far seems that home!

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Only me
And the full moon
In this empty boarding house.

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Nothing remained to be said.
The wind
High in the darkness.

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The empty clouds
Fill with light.
Slowly, the moon.

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Dead of night.
In the empty yard
The dripping standpipe
Is silenced.

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This sleeping world:
River singing to itself
Under the stars.

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Halo of the moon
Shifts like a dreaming cat.
The dawn wind.

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This is a selection of haiku from various times, put together with a similarity of mood or feel. To add to it a very recent little piece:

Little cat
Can’t settle:
Moonlight
Rippling through the windows.

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