Sunday, September 23, 2012

Haikus, Written 7/6/12

Cooking off the haze
this lazy summer sunshine
the grass still rain-damp

Stick-legged wading birds
fill the shallow marshland pools
below bearded trees

Atop the hill, people
rendered in miniature
faces indistinct

The goat herd surrounds
strange eyes mocking my footfalls
home so far away

The calm of morning
shattered in the hawk's screaming
sky glows, not quite blue

Patrick M. Tracy

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

A wonderful treat for a Sunday afternoon. Don't know which one I like the best. m

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