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I

The first rose on my rose-tree
Budded, bloomed, and shattered,
During sad days when to me
Nothing mattered.

Grief of grief has drained me clean;
Still it seems a pity
No one saw, – it must have been
Very pretty.

II

Let the little birds sing;
Let the little lambs play;
Spring is here; and so ’tis spring; –
But not in the old way!

I recall a place
Where a plum-tree grew;
There you lifted up your face,
And blossoms covered you.

If the little birds sing,
And the little lambs play,
Spring is here; and so ’tis spring  –
But not in the old way!

III

All the dog-wood blossoms are underneath the tree!
Ere spring was going – ah, spring is gone!
And there comes no summer to the like of you and me, –
Blossom time is early, but no fruit sets on.

All the dog-wood blossoms are underneath the tree,
Browned at the edges, turned in a day;
And I would with all my heart they trimmed a mound for me,
And weeds were tall on all the paths that led that way!

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Mirrored

Who knew that
The blue sky reflects
Like water?

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Spun In An Instant

Spider web.
Perhaps it will catch
A glass fly.

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Three

Sun, sailboat
Are slipping away –
Life, as well.

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Mirrored – photo by sulaco229 (Robert) at  http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mx2KZOG/Acrobatic+propeller+airplanes

Spun – photo by David Ritter at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mhhLqly/Broken+Glass

Three – photo by Patrycja Cieszkowska-Krystosik at  http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/moWT5hc/Sail+away

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* The haiku I write are lines of 3-5-3 syllables instead of 5-7-5.

See Haiku article here for explanation, if needed: https://thebardonthehill.wordpress.com/2011/08/08/haiku/

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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2015.

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