Some more haiku-formed musings, this time with "wave(s)" as syllable #5:
Rolling, tossing waves
calmed by a softening voice
pattern for the ages
Ringlets, curls in waves
wind-tossed strands across bright eyes
flirtatious protein
Rippling shimmers waves
gold to the edge, bread basket
migrant peasants dream
Star to the crowd, wave
walking the fame eternal
self adoration
Never amber waves
grainy photos black and white
myth and nostalgic
Roll in, roll out, waves
push up the strand pull full back
note of joy? Sadness?
Invisible waves
communicate essentials
twittering nuisance
And, a late addition Saturday, in honour of the snowstorm that settled in for the weekend last night:
Mid-April flurries
delicate disappointment
crystal on crystal
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