Four Haikus


On a balcony

where I overstuff  cast-offs

a wren lines her nest.


Sedges susurrate.

The marsh’s breezy music

stirs her growing life.


V-shaped lines head south.

Borne aloft by eight decades,

we fly with  the geese.


Snowy maples thaw.

In bare circles at their base

melts my frozen heart.

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