Several Haiku by Stephen Page

                                              willows droop
							with humid afternoon--
							the cicada drone

the gardener’s straw hat
		lifting and falling
		over the lilies      
							
							white-haired couple
							hold hands upon a bench--
							oak-leaf cluster at their feet      

breeze off the river--
		in my hand
		a piece of sun-warmed wood

                                                        brown squirrel
							saunters by with an acorn--
							a river horn blows      

cool breeze--
the cicadas rasp softly
		then stop

                                                        first of september--
							sparrows gathering
							on a wire fence

entering the park
a few days after the storm--
smell the drying leaves!      

                                                         cool today--
								monarchs gathering
								in the heather garden

indian summer--
		daises bobbing
with flies and honeybees      

                                                      strolling at sunrise--
								ginkgo leaves
								edged in yellow

   moon
on top of
   pines

							twin boys in blue windbreakers
							walk clattering a picket fence--
							sticks in different hands

laughing child 
	covered with leaves
		leaps back in the pile      

                                                    wandering the woods--
									beyond an old fence
								a field of pumpkins

hallow day--
the orange carnations
   		shriveled

                                                        brushing snow
							from a gravestone:
							“a tree for paul tine”      

suddenly  
		pattering my coat shoulders
			graupel

                                                        woman in purple shirt
								pointing out tulips--
							children clinging to her legs
							
white sunrise--
under the oaks
the still dandelions


Bio:
When Stephen Page is not writing, reading, spending time with his spouse, communing with nature, or walking his dog, he is making noise with his electric bass. He loves accidentally on purpose losing his cell phone and dog-earing pages in books. He is part Apache, part Shawnee, part Mexican, part English, part Scottish, and part Irish. He graduated from Columbia U (magna cum laude & writing honors) and Bennington College. He has 4 books of poems, dozens of short stories, countless poems, essays, and literary criticisms published. He is the recipient of The Jess Cloud Memorial Prize for Poetry, a Writer-in-Residence from the Montana Artists Refuge, a Full Fellowship from the Vermont Studio Center, an Imagination Grant from Cleveland State University, a First Place Prize in Poetry from Bravura Magazine, and an Arvon Foundation Ltd. Grant.


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David writes poetry, short stories, and writings that'll make you think or laugh, provoking you to examine images in your mind. To submit poetry, photography, art, please send to feversofthemind@gmail.com. Twitter: @davidLOnan1 + @feversof Facebook: DavidLONan1

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