Thirty-fourth Saturday, from the Gobi, 21 days late


Moon’s set, stars shining.

Strange constellations appear.

Sky is black velvet.


OrangeĀ  horizon.

Light floods over dark hillside.

Waving grass glows green.


Coffee water boils.

Metal spoons clink in glass mugs.

Air is cool and sharp.



One comment

  1. Shirley Garcia says:

    So nice to have you home again and waking up to a Saturday haiku.

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