319
Hummingbird feeder
In a hibernating tree—
My bare hands are cold.
320
April showers wash
Away Japanese flowers—
Bonsai gardener.
321
How could I ever
Count the raindrops on windows—
Reflection of stars.
322
My foot plunges in
Puddles deep as trenches chilled
With the absent light.
323
A faceless chamber
Voting against the others
Fazed. The Eyes have it.
324
Avenue of trees
Forked by electrical lines—
Nature’s open hand.
325
A dead cat sitting
On the lab tables across
From me—disciplines.
326
The rainbow dips down
Deep into the valley after
The rains threatened floods.
327
I am outpaced by
The bike while sitting in my
Car idle on the street.
328
The familiar
Refreshed like dewed green petals
Upon the years’ rain.
329
Eating solitaire
At the buffet surrounded
By echoes present.
330
Some distant song blares
Over the speaker without
Regard to the air.
331
The mower watches
The summer sun cultivate
The evergrowing.
332
Dreams of the salty
Sea washing over your tides
Made under moonlight.
333
The dying fire
Melts away the meringue fit
For graham and chocolate.
334
Graduation like
The translucent hallway kept
In modern museum.
335
Whatever happened
To the summer’s hummingbird
The rest of the year?
336
The flowers caked in
Mulch and feed skirted by fake
Rocks—Demarcation.
336
The summer evening—
The lights between the fireflies’
Ephemeral darkness.
337
Can a falling rock
Stop the deluge of boulders
Which caused its own birth?
Academy of the Heart And Mind 
very nice haiku!
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I always find Haiku to be the intricate, creative, and high form of poetry. I love reading these. These are simple yet powerful to understand. To express deeper meaning in short form is high form. Thank you for sharing.
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