Monday 5 September 2022

Morning Haiku on a Vacation in Maine

by Sally Cobau



Ocean’s roar as we
sleep in the sweet, white-sheeted
beds.  Sea moon’s glitter



Last night’s dappled moon
light, playfully on Ocean’s
waves surge this morning



I hear the kids’ light
footsteps, morning’s light grace, slugs’
glistening gold trails



The clink of a spoon
tiny compared to Ocean’s
vast, rolling temper



Hello, dear Vincent
Millay basked in the blue sea
nursed from a hard life



They said Grandpa was
a houseboy in the cottage
I see from shore…



What did I do to
deserve this beauty, this morn
some poets might ask



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Sally Cobau is a writer/teacher/hiker/yoga practitioner from a tiny town in southwest Montana. She's had work published in the SunEkphrastic Review, rattle, Room magazine, and other journals. She also publishes photography and occasional poems on her Instagram account: sallycobau1. When she's not writing, she's hiking the wild mountains in her hometown. She also dreams of the ocean...

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