A misty blue dawn … sometimes I just feel that way
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How Heavy The Days by Herman Hesse
How heavy the days are. There’s not a fire that can warm me, Not a sun to laugh with me, Everything bare, Everything cold and merciless, And even the beloved, clear Stars look desolately down, Since I learned in my heart that Love can die.
wishing to see blossoms on weeping cherry trees stars in my eyes
            – Matsuo Basho
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Weeping Cherry Tree by Cornwall Library, New York.
Standing beneath this tree, in the height of Spring, close to the home of so many beautiful books, truly is a magnificent experience! So I understand how M. Basho felt so many years ago! And of course this library even has free Internet access, which I don’t think was available in his times!
   New York City Haiku, published in 2017, is a nice collection of Haiku submitted to The New York Times by its readers. It includes illustrations by James Gulliver Hancock.
   The book numbers 127 pages and there are either one or two haiku per page. I give a rough estimate therefore, of about 200 haiku total for the entire work.
   New Yorkers are known for being a tough bunch! They have faced just about everything the world can throw at a city, with many cycles of good times and bad times. But through it all they have shown a true grit and a resilience that has withstood the test of time.
   Inside this small volume, you will find poems that are wry, poems that are observant, poems that have humour, poems that embrace kindness. It holds a treasury of the heart, mind, and soul, of New York City.
   With that said I am going to wrap up this brief review with some examples and you can make up your own mind!
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We are all of us, waiting, wanting, wondering, local or express
dawn lights up the sky models seeking cameras fashion still alive
I lost my headphones but found the subway had music of it own
Elderly couple On Circle Line for a date, Giving love a chance
Lonely in the night Alone on a crowed train Many hearts, one soul
Beware the puddle of indeterminate depth that swallows boots whole
Adrift in a sea. We’re all in this together. We won’t let you drown.
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   I know, April, poetry month is already over. But for me every month is poetry month! So I intend to continue with my poetry reviews!