When the French lilacs
start to bloom in Ohio
frost is a good bet.
Bruce Stambaugh
May 3, 2011
Tag: poetry
A mess of morels
It was quite the haul.
I found the first mushroom and
my son the other.
Bruce Stambaugh
April 29, 2011
The politics of Jesus
Notice that Jesus
rode a donkey, not an elephant,
into and out of his earthly life.
Bruce Stambaugh
April 13, 2011
Wayne on Wayne
My wife and I
stayed in a bed and breakfast
in Waynesboro on Wayne St.,
and the owner’s name was Wayne.
I couldn’t, no I wouldn’t make this up.
Bruce Stambaugh
March 29, 2011
Supermoon haiku
Don’t miss the big, bright
Supermoon tonight at dusk
rising in the east.
Bruce Stambaugh
March 19, 2011
Cancerous haiku
Is prostate cancer
appropriate for haiku,
and is it for me?
Bruce Stambaugh
March 11, 2011
Sunset haiku
Mackerel clouds sail
above the gilded sunset,
trees silhouetted.
Bruce Stambaugh
Feb. 21, 2011
Cold Moon haiku
The icy landscape
glistened the pearly soft light
of the cold full moon.
Bruce Stambaugh
Feb. 20, 2011
Amish Super Bowl Haiku
Super Bowl Sunday
neighborhood Amish youth hold
an evening hymn sing.
Bruce Stambaugh
Feb. 6, 2011
Four season survival
From the tallest trees
of the interfacing woods,
the red-tailed hawk gleans
the pasture, grain and hay fields,
fallow, fertile, emerging, golden,
winter, spring, summer and fall.
Bruce Stambaugh
Feb. 6, 2011
Roadkill Crossing 
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