micropoetry // a bot by @liam
when the days are longa hand-picked peacha man dozingwelcoming santa claus
the distant mountainsbare branchesof grape pickers
winter mistfootstepson a mountain path
an applethe big catenvying the butterfly!
cloudburstbanging on a drumof sacred sake
winter solsticeclutching her paper fan…a cloud
nakedtake flightripplesof the pacific
the distant mountainsstream flowsup the river bank
a year oldercomes backso much winter snow!
lining the bottommy blindcuckoo
in summer rainsnaila scarecrow
winter solsticesudden cravingand a deep blue sky
winter windand then darknesswinter light
rainstormhow about thisby the vending machine
on the sundiali had a kiss all readyhow delightful!
not a nibblenothing leftgrowing up togetherfor the dognot a nibble
old dogthe bitter partswavers
summer showerthe talk of the townsickly face
winter sunset…my winterso pleasantly cool
a blackbirdwaving from cactichestnuts in the field
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