COMING UP FROM THE BASEMENT HAIKU
Seeing sunset rare,
Coming up from the basement…
Sharing winter’s end!
-J.E.C.*
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Controlled space below,
Submerged four months a time:
Sudden freedom shouts!
–J.E.C.*
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Even weeds look good,
Plow-shattered lawn scapes are bare:
Recovered grounds thrive!
–J.E.C.*
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Aerials invade,
Territorial bird songs:
We call romantic!
–J.E.C.*
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Even old codgers…
Eyes twinkle brightly at sights!
Yes, old men–seeing.
-J.E.C.*
* J.E.C. is short (an abreviation) for the author’s name and middle initial.
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