Thursday, January 21, 2010

Haibun #2

I didn't want to go inside today. The wind held a promise that won't be kept for several more weeks. My daydreams held floppy hats, fresh berries, bare legs and muddy feet with polished toes. Hundreds of blackbirds swooped over the field and then landed all at once, their wings, loud and sibilant. They sailed off immediately, in great arcs and curves.

Spring was conceived in
the single candle lit on
a cold winter night.

1 Comments:

Blogger Theresa Williams said...

Hey, you are on a roll! If you can, check out these books (maybe your library has them?): Essential Haiku by Robert Hass; Narrow Road to the Interior, Basho. Also try to get classic Chinese poetry: Cold Mountain is a great place to start.

January 22, 2010 1:00 AM  

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