- Gary Hunter
haiku - August 6, 2021
dawn gloom, no bird song
my sadness questions the rain
a sun without ears
dawn gloom, no bird song
my sadness questions the rain
a sun without ears
many eyes see her as a bucket of light thrown over everything ears hear her from the throat of a wooden flute not shaped in this solar system to the mind she’s the quake that trembles giddy with affec
peace feels deeper in the morning when the sun’s mission is to warm bones and brighten hearts ugly secrets and other confessions awaken at night emboldened in shadows that edge closer to the light h
occasionally walk through the rain without an umbrella uncomfortable mystery is part of the marrow of life and getting wet is not always bad you might be surprised by smiling offers of pity or an over