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
7/6/12
at

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

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

3:54 PM

Post a Comment

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)

Across Inconstant Breath

Would that this skin this frail armor atop the husk of slow departure -  Would that it held against the teeth  of night's maw a...

  • Coming Upwards Toward the Light
    (in honor of the apparently, partially visible periods I use to alter spacing) The suggestions of gravity ...... Are sometimes taken and... ...
  • Unguessed Seasons
    A Haibun Midwinter birds have grown loud and churlish in the bush behind the old man’s house, arguing in their way, aware that the chill is ...
  • Scale and Proximity
    Autumn-bright day, the sky chalky blue, the colors of the leaves still clinging to the trees now faded to a deep red, but still vibrant agai...