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Late Night Haiku XLVIII

By Tim Butler | Posted at 1:06

CXXXVII. Snow fell on past snow,
Restored the day-toiled cover,
Hid foretastes of spring.

CXXXVIII. Light dances on snow,
Unaware the icy air,
Content to melt later.

CXXXIL. Not a snowman graced
The path I took — forgotten
Amongst the garland.

Late Night Haiku XLVII

By Tim Butler | Posted at 23:48

CXXXIV. Softly, soothingly,
The winter wind sails about
Answers not questions.

CXXXV. Awakened long past,
A postage stamp sits unsent,
Bought on a cold day.

CXXXVI. O fair wind which blows,
Here and there unanswered, flows.
By whom have you passed?

Late Night Haiku XLVI

By Tim Butler | Posted at 23:40

CXXXI. The Lightning flashes
Like a giant firefly,
The dark wood watches.

CXXXII. Light, but no thunder —
A fury held back by space,
As plants strain to reach.

CXXXIII. I thought it was so,
He said, head resting in hands.
He strain'd in silence.

Late Night Haiku XLV

By Tim Butler | Posted at 22:45

CXXVIII. Crickets chirp softly.
The warm summer air flows 'bout
Their mournful old tune.

CXXIX. What is their secret?
E'ery summer, they chirp anew,
The old melody.

CXXX. Tell me now what is —
I only wish to understand —
What lingers. Again.

Late Night Haiku XLIV

By Tim Butler | Posted at 0:32

CXXV. The dark night crept around
The window panes, curled about,
And settled inside.

CXXVI. Kalmar now contains
A secret which hides about,
One foot around it.

CXXVII. What is to be told,
And what has been told so far —
Neither are so clear.

Late Night Haiku XLIII

By Tim Butler | Posted at 22:52

CXXII. The silent word cuts
As no finely tuned phrase could.
Razor sharp, not quick.

CXXIII. A leaf, a cricket,
An empty cafe chair rusts a bit
In the summer's haze.

CXXIV. What was, was not really,
Or was it what it seemed?
An answer deferred.

Late Night Haiku XLII

By Tim Butler | Posted at 0:00

CXIX. The porch light glows. Isolated
From anyone to enjoy
Its undarkening.

CXX. Silence. Rain passed.
Drip. Drip. Drip. The trees lose hold
Of storm-remnants. Drip.

CXXI. Crickets do not care.
They do not chirp at all now.
For it is still spring.

Late Night Haiku XLI

By Tim Butler | Posted at 23:58

CXV. Silence prowls around
Bushes below my window.
Claws scratch quietly.

CXVII. Oh, cruel time! Tick, tock.
Time erodes when it could build —
A hole, but not whole.

CXVIII. Old friend, so much time
Has passed through the rugged chasm.
Ever widening.

Late Night Haiku XL

By Tim Butler | Posted at 23:50

CXII. Lightning flashes about
The stormy mid-March night sky,
A tempest held back.

CXIII. I have known the storm,
And heard thunder now restrained,
Mighty hammers stilled.

CXIV. Though rain has past us,
Violent clouds address the sky,
Quarrel with the wind.

Late Night Haiku XXXIX

By Tim Butler | Posted at 1:03

CIX. The rain falls softly,
Unspoken sorrow waters
The coming year's plants.

CX. Rain in January
Paints a picture of autumn,
Not winter, nor spring.

CXI. The bleak midwinter
Melts the dried tubers which lack
Rosetti's snow sheet.

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