Ena Nin

All of the seas can only wish
soft sand upon its feet,
away from storm on safe coastlines
where ruffling curves and ridges crest
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As the sunlight seeks me,
I see the early clouds
Kneeling on the mountainsides
Etching their hopes
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You gather words
like wood
and burn them
altogether.
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Write on, dear one
For you whose days
Are dark and long
For you whose nights
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She was born for him,
He often reminds her

A compulsive writer,
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Cherry blossoms sprout
Before those tiny buds
Can break into leaves
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Can you
hold on
longer?
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There is something
about Spring; always
eagerly expecting
a constancy of hope,
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the sound of cargo train
tooting across the valley
in the middle of the night -
i miss
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Whoever reminds us
that we swim in a bowl of candies
does thrive in crafty poetry.
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These are the nights
When memories sting
As clouds sailing over the sky
Large vessels of peace so high
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lavender - haiku

cheerful mountain sun
the lavender you enthralled
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a childhood game now so unknown
like moon, often alone
sometimes i ask, if there's heaven
i have not seen a grain
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Those apples in bushels:
green, some yellow,
and in many shades of red.
Jonamac, Braeburn, Jonathan
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When It Finds Us

Most nights begin the hunt
for some lows and highs
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the heaven comes and ocean falls
rinses the mighty hills
the trees of dreams, some tumbling down
helplessly they now bow
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some clouds pace impatiently
always in sheer silence
the passing ones never dare
they just stare and disappear
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he is a tyrant
towering above their heads
list'ning to no one
this morning, the moon will hide
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