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MID-FEBRUARY HAIKU ASSORTMENT

(Each individual three-line haiku is considered a poem on its own,

despite perhaps being related to a common theme.–J.E.C.)

(Additionally, haiku may or may not include punctuation—traditional haiku generally do not  have it –J.E.C.)

Presidents’ Day off

Waving away package trucks

Skeleton crew on

American loss,

Long weekends not historic…

Blurred history lost!

High snow banks turn brown

Road salt stains on pavement grey

Waiting for snow days

Plow trucks stand idle

Except for salting road ice

No more overtime?

Winter buds wonder

Is it time to grow and sprout?

Freeze burnt other years…!

Swans in ponds feeding

Youngsters finally on their own

Mommas drove them off

Easter candy sales

Set up before the fourteenth

Valentines half off

–Jonathan Caswell

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DOUGLAS AT NIGHT

DOUGLAS AT NIGHT

I walked through Douglas last night,

A darkened stroll in varied light…

Beheld those dam lights*

To guide goose flights,

The swans were beyond my sight.

Walking alone in the dark,

My work bag got heavier as I walked…

Its shoulder strap

Gratefully intact,

On alternating shoulders it parked.

Was grateful for passing cars,

I could see down the road far…

To avoid branches snapped

Or by a vine wrapped,

Waking on cement or tar.

The Mumford gurgled peacefully,

As the lights of town I see…

Over a stone bridge

Paced slackened a smidge,

It was a long walk for me!

The grade up twisting North Street,

Reminded of my old Health Aide beat…

Hayward Landing, I was sure,

Was just as secure:

Living there would have been a treat.

Passed an darkened police cruiser where

I quietly passed who was there…

And went on my way

Without delay,

Enjoying warm night air.

Couldn’t see lights of home through the trees,

‘Til I rounded the corner and eased…

Onto the driveway

Where I started my day,

I hoped my shop’s bill wouldn’t quease!

–Jonathan Caswell

*See my poem, LANDING LIGHTS????, posted July 2, 2013.

MARSHMALLOW ISLANDS

MARSHMALLOW ISLANDS

 

Floating islands in a mill-pond,

Peacefulness there upon….

With folded necks

One suspects,

Snoring from them is profound.

Asleep in the heat of the day,

Siesta for swans is okay…

Water eventually

Wakes them gently,

When the fish want to play!

 

–Jonathan Caswell