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Mar18

 
 
 


What I had hoped for
 
is not what my hands now hold—
 
bits of broken pots.

Leave a comment Posted in 5-7-5, © 2021 by Mark M. Redfearn Tagged bits, hands, hold, pots

Aug18

 
 
 


This old stone lantern
 
where a wren once built its nest
 
now holds only dust.

Leave a comment Posted in 5-7-5, © 2020 by Mark M. Redfearn Tagged dust, hold, lantern, nest, stone, wren

May4

 
 
 


Windy afternoon—
 
how does the apricot tree
 
hold on to its fruit?

Leave a comment Posted in 5-7-5, © 2020 by Mark M. Redfearn Tagged afternoon, apricot, fruit, hold, tree

Poinsettia

Dec30

 
 
 


Close to New Year’s Eve
 
my neighbor’s poinsettia
 
still holds all its leaves.

Leave a comment Posted in 5-7-5, © 2018 by Mark M. Redfearn Tagged day, hold, leaves, neighbor, New Year's Eve, poinsettia

Fisherman

Aug31

 
 
 


Barefoot fisherman—
 
only moonlight fills the hold
 
as he heads for home.

7 Comments Posted in 5-7-5, © 2018 by Mark M. Redfearn Tagged fill, fisherman, hold, home, moonlight

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