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Alex Tiuniaev Oct 2020
Dripping silently from the flaccid branches
With leaves like dying embers
And a solitary crow gazing at the sky
’Twas noontide of summer,
  And midtime of night,
And stars, in their orbits,
  Shone pale, through the light
Of the brighter, cold moon.
  ’Mid planets her slaves,
Herself in the Heavens,
  Her beam on the waves.

  I gazed awhile
  On her cold smile;
Too cold—too cold for me—
  There passed, as a shroud,
  A fleecy cloud,
And I turned away to thee,
  Proud Evening Star,
  In thy glory afar
And dearer thy beam shall be;
  For joy to my heart
  Is the proud part
Thou bearest in Heaven at night,
  And more I admire
  Thy distant fire,
Than that colder, lowly light.
Alex Tiuniaev Oct 2020
Winter heat
A thousand hues
Incandescent crimson tree fingers
Reaching out in the afternoon sun
  Oct 2020 Alex Tiuniaev
see through hardened panes
watching nature's ebb and flow
inside out snow globe
Psych ward poetry #3
  Oct 2020 Alex Tiuniaev
Bird’s songs at sunrise
Rain working down from perches
Gathering puddles
  Oct 2020 Alex Tiuniaev
Carmen Jane
Behold the nature,
She's talking with you in sways,
Smiling in colors.
This haiku features as well in my book!

You Are Not Lost: Poems of hope, love, haikus and more
Alex Tiuniaev Oct 2020
White melting dunes
Sprinkled with acorns and dust
Out and up grow gothic evergreens
Into the blue serenity above

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