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
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
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...
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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...