Early Evening Haiku

By Timothy R Butler | Posted at 11:59 PM

A warm wind blows by,
Birds sing in the distant trees,
A savored hour.

So much to say now,
Time does not permit it. Alas!
Let another time come.

Moving a mountain,
A mustard seed faith is all,
Can I muster that?

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Re: Early Evening Haiku

Pounding in my head. Pain erupting from within. Will it ever end?

Posted by kevin - May 13, 2005 | 1:47 AM- Location: Milwaukie, OR

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