Sunday, August 05, 2012

Haiku Collection, 7/3/12

Wind has been given
unto the long, open land
purple clover blooms

Sparrows burst upward
out of the tangled hedgerow
a sudden maelstrom

At the river's edge
old man, his face so wrinkled
his eyes still fearsome

The muddy hollow
catfish rises, swallows air
sleek shape departing

A leaf, bright with blood
hunter follows, arrow nocked
forest falls quiet

The last of the light
an empty glass craves upward
autumn draws nearer

Patrick M. Tracy

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I found myself re-reading these, mouthing the syllables, and enjoying the images. Lovely! M

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