Tranquility, Haiku Poem by Mark. A Heathcote

given yet another
white wash the canvas resists
transformation

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every raindrop
generates new life
love and pain

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winter approaches
left and right, the snow enters
panoramic views

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tranquility
a dragonfly rests coupled
with sky and water

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for all your
Imperfections
I cherish you

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love defies logic
a marksman takes aim
and finds his target

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logically
nothing makes any sense
that's why I love you

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glimpses of violets
diamonds on, harp string grasses
springs come at last

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new geometry
the sacred path
autumnal leaves

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every atom
and molecule is poetry
divinly written

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lost ingredients
my childhood innocence
grandmother's humming

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a state of pure joy
a resurrection of souls
you again - snowflakes

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frigid blue feathers
won't take to the skies
with rubies on ice

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todays kniphofias
point towards a setting sun
in reverence

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given yet another
whitewash—the canvas resists
transformation

*

every raindrop
generates new life
love and pain

*

winter approaches
snow enters a camera lens
panoramic views

*

logically
nothing makes any sense
that's why I love you

*

glimpses of violets
diamonded harp-string acers
spring comes at last

*

new geometry
the sacred path
autumnal leaves

*

every atom
molecule is poetry
divinely written

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doves depart
a flight unknown awaits
clouds glide cumulus

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a bolting hare
in a woodknot - a Freudian
slip of insanity

New Year message
written in the fallen leaves
of the ginko

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this is what happens
when the extraordinary
becomes normal

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childish anger
taken out on a fungus
clouds of laughter

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puffball fungus
kicked hither and thither
between willow sticks


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gaint puffball
undiscovered luna
autumn fullmoon

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Emptiness

discarded eggshells
on an island lake the size
of China teacups

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echoes of wings
long flown south for winter
collapse gunnera

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Halo

tiny ice crystals
put on a light show
a radiant halo

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cherry blossom
falling into the lake water
tricks a koi to bite

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footprints in the snow
are the first of many more
quiet morning rituals

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the jacaranda
sprinkles her mauve contetti
and the wind laughs hard

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Jacaranda ~
petals fall like mystical
purple butterflies

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jacaranda ~
mystical petals rest like
purple butterflies