Saturday, October 30, 2010

Haiku 2003

At the horizon,
little green buds breaking through
the gray skin below.

Drawing waterfalls,
the child’s hand stops, then turns,
before touching ground.

The quiet blue sky:
no room for the feisty crows
now screaming earthward.

Shadow of the tree:
its gnarled fingers ensnare
all that passes by.

The little sparrow
facing the cold brick building:
its eyes open, shut.

Freshly fallen snow:
too light to cover the field
of yellow blossoms.

A crack in the stone:
even the midday sun fails
to remove the rain.

The wavering limb:
all that is left of the bird’s
momentary home.

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