Haiku by Cherie Jameison

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winter...calls restored...

phone "chirped" to signal service--

loved ones' dear voices

their beasts...parading...

hand silhouetted on walls--

through age-old long nights

migrating people....

flying off to warmer climes--

their planes' serene hum

quilted lap blanket--

its forest pattern warms up

the cold forest air

must block predators--

they boomerang their victims,

they hide in long nights

strong infrastructure

builds a strong economy--

young beaver adds sticks

Route 66 ends

at Santa Monica pier--

sound of winter sea

Yosemite lunch--

scraps remain...Steller's jays watch

diners leave dishes

piggy bank emptied--

coins clink into bucket of

Christmas bell ringer

shopping for good meal

from trash collection spillage--

seagulls at the mall

politics market--

dealers hawking nuggets....which

are real, or fool's gold

 

 

Cherie Jameison has been a published poet since her teenage years. Her haiku teacher was Lorraine Ellis Harr (Tombo). She writes to bring people together and to help the planet.

 

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