Haiku on Residency

Long walks in the woods,

Contemplative talks with cows,

A river flows north.

The strong walnut desk 

Sitting in my studio 

Gazing at sycamore trees 

And the ghostly tune 

Of invisible specters 

Playing by the shore.

I am so transfixed

By these mythical pastures 

And this blessed place. 

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