Friday, December 5th, 2008


tree stump:

the remainder of a huge playground

we climbed as kids.

 

Dave Barber

5 December 2008

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After grandfather’s wake,

the cassarole dishes fill the table,

 Grandmother’s pie tastes sweet.

 

Dave Barber

5 December 2008

A sudden noise:

wind through the gravestones 

rustling faded plastic roses again.

 

Dave Barber

5 December 2008

Raven sitting:

on a Pinon Tree Branch

snow resting on his feathers.

 

 

Dave Barber,

5 December 2008

Deepening Winter sky

temperature dropping ,

smell of wood fires.

 

 

Dave Barber

5 Dec 08

 

Winter Haiku

Cooking pies,

I’m mixing flour in a bowl,

snow deepening in the yard.

 

Dave Barber,

5 Dec 08

First Snow:
my daughter’s wet clothes
form a trail to her room.

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