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Exploring:
Youth’s exuberance
At the new.

It’s mine, too.
Exuberance at
Each new day.

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The photo is mine, taken from my deck.

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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 Allen Lange, 2020.

 

 

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Long journey
Ending in the port
At sunrise.

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photo by Javier Gonzalez at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/dLxqHg/Entering+port

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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 Allen Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2017.

 

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Orange!

Just one dab
On just one paintbrush,
Paints the world.

 

Deadly Twister

Hangman’s rope
Kills one. The sky’s rope
Kills many.

 

Keeping Things Out

At all costs:
High, strong, barbed fences –
Guard your heart.

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Orange – photo by John Boyer at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/nOi9xna/Day+Break

Twister – photo by Photonut at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/2dQMPzc/Bad+Weather

Out – photo by Miguel Saavedra at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mOpkOZk/Security+fence+4

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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, 2016.

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One cannot be upon the sand
And smell the salty air,
And hear the crashing of the waves
Without the seagulls there. 

Their presence is pervasive as
The omnipresent wind
Which strokes the surface of the sea,
And makes the water bend. 

When seagulls see, with eagle eye,
A bite within the hand
They mob and move to skin as near
As moves the gritty sand. 

We see the gulls swarm ev’ry treat,
So no surprise this one:
That early in the morning light,
The seagulls swarm the sun.

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photo by Photonut at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/2dQN5hw/Sunrise+with+Gulls

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

 

 

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………………….Sunrise

Day!
Faster and more fast
O’er night’s brim, day boils at last:
Boils, pure gold, o’er the cloud-cap’s brim
Where spurting and suppressed it lay,
For not a froth-flake touched the rim
Of yonder gap in the solid gray
Of the eastern cloud, an hour away;
But forth one wavelet, then another, curled,
Till the whole sunrise, not to be suppressed,
Rose, reddened, and its seething breast
Flickered in bounds, grew gold, then overflowed the world.

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photo by Sias van Schalkwyk at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/okXYTXm/Sunrise+Series+4

 

 

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At last, to be identified!
At last, the lamps upon thy side
The rest of Life to see!

Past Midnight! Past the Morning Star!
Past Sunrise!
Ah What leagues there were
Between our feet, and Day!

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Whiten And Brighten The Wash

Easier
To work, hang out clothes,
With rainbows.

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Bath Necessities

The water,
The towel, rag, soap
And, yes – me!

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Sunrise, Sunset

New day joy
Or thanksgiving for
Day now past.

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Wash – photo by Copta at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mL8ptBY/Pegs

Bath – photo by Steve Woods at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mhe6iP2/Bath+Duck

Sunset – photo by Sanja Gjenero at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mhATwvQ/at+sunset+3

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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, 2014.

 

 

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Before I woke,
The fog rose from its river bed,
   And stepped across the strand
With muted feet, and careful tread,
   Crossed trees and roofs and land. 

Before I worked,
The wisps, like ghostly armies, fought,
   And won a war like night
Wins nightly ‘cause it softly wrought
   Surrender of one’s sight. 

Before I rose,
The silent soldiers as a mass
   Caused sky and land to meet.
When each for other both could pass,
   Their labor was complete. 

And then, I woke
With beams and warmed – my daily reign,
   My place as king of day –
And worked.  My toil was not in vain.
   I melted fog away.

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photo by Lynne Lancaster at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mrnQcoW/Misty+Morning

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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2013.

 

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