Lin Rhys

Haiku

a bird flying low

over water, looking down -

sees only himself

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red candles float past

lanterns reflect on the pond –chants mingle with prayers

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soft red lanterns glow -

through the darkness of the grave light the way back home

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the cold spirit peered

through the window at warm food left for him – and smiled

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painted trees weep leaves -

blood red and yellow rain down caress me softly

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in the fire light

ancestral spirits dancing -

smoke, incense and dreams

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the night waits, crouching

sunset - shafts of light through trees keeps it still at bay