Haiku- FebruaryBut my Valentines' is blue
I am missing you.
low-2-09
In Early AugustIn early August,In Early August
the salt marsh
grasses begin to turn
golden. The apple green of early summer is frosted,
with a hint of fall. On the hottest days, when the air
is heavy with moisture and the sun hangs, lazily, in the sky, the water, in the estuary, shines a clear, heady blue As it weaves
its sluggish way to the ocean. Ospreys whirl above the marsh, hanging in the air or diving steeply out of it. To hit the water in a burst of reflected brilliance,
and rise up again carrying a fish
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