Thursday, June 08, 2017

Haikus, 5/15/17

I remove my shirt
flinching against the spring sun
pallid winter skin

The first arrow flies
well enough, it knows the way
the fletchings whistle

I had forgotten
the feel of grass underfoot
this warmth in the air

This day, filled with joy
the feel of life awakened
of light after a long dark

At the bedside, dusk
remainders of winter chill
the shadow of death

One who has traveled
a thousand dusty miles
will walk no longer

By Patrick M. Tracy

5/15/17
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