Log Cabin Chronicles

Haiku-ish string


Trembling aspen hairs
quick tail of squirrel
move in you

A slight wind
red tulips touch
and again, touch

Going to sleep by candlelight
in geodesic dome
passionate moth

Curved white bowl
holds saké
stars in window

Memory of today's fire
extinguishes itself
in dark hearth

Light breath
of sleeping friends
wind in pines

This world is big enough
to be my lover
she forgets me

Tomorrow again
I'll see her everywhere
playing with distances.

[EDITOR'S NOTE: Stanley Fefferman writes and make photographs in Toronto.]

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