Jo Lea Parker, _9 haiku

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now that the first
wildflowers are blooming
...butterflies

fairy lanterns
the soft glow
of the setting sun

April shower...
the squirrel lays its tail
over its head

foothill nursery
somewhere among these plants
a rooster crows

a warm wind
ripples the stilled creek
scent of mint

no water in the creek
only crickets
babbling

cloudburst
his snoring
is drowned out

brought in
with the firewood
lizard skin

after her ultrasound
blue ribbon
on the gate

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Jo Lea Parker
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