Who Exactly Saves Daylight?

clocks spring forward
the last hour slips under
morning’s pillow

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the dog’s stomach
and mine growl
at the new timetable

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daylight savings time lost in translation

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contrails and foxtails
a wispy wave
to the morning

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It’s the last day of February, 2019, and the ending to my practice of writing at least one haiku per day for National Haiku Writers Month–always February. I missed only a couple of days including yesterday. The practice of writing a daily haiku is more of an exercise in taking a closer look at moments that often get ignored or diluted in busy-ness. It’s also a great practice in articulating and editing just enough to give these moments breath and respect. For all of this and more–I am grateful.

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beginnings and endings
false starts and fine finishes
always in the editing