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
7/3/12
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Somewhere Beyond the Wheel
A Haibun The sound of the hawk’s talons as they click against the cement floor is sharp and crisp. The raptor moves carefully, head duc...
-
We have been dreaming in unison but those dreams have fallen into disrepair, eaten away by the persistent rust of the many days here...
-
This ringing silence this house, once filled a place of voices now gone silent, a place that once echoed with the laughter of the...
-
Note: I taught a poetry class at Fyrecon this afternoon, and we did a few challenge poems during the participation segment of the class. Th...
1 comment:
I found myself re-reading these, mouthing the syllables, and enjoying the images. Lovely! M
Post a Comment