Haiku of the Day: Pear petal shower
Thursday, March 20th, 2008Pear petal shower
wind blows them across my path.
Cares washed with delight.
Pear petal shower
wind blows them across my path.
Cares washed with delight.
Envy green mustang,
blonde driver, leopard-spot coat.
I feel camoflauged.
Doomed spy satellite
flashes through the twighlit sky.
I dream of travel.
Windshield wipers bow,
playing a strange violin.
Rain improvises.
After days of storms
the high clouds have one last dance:
ring around the sun.
Starry sycamores:
A galactic orrery
rooted in the earth.
Seagull flotilla
becalmed on a still green lake
flash white wings, soar free
I’m not sure in what year i wrote this. 2003? 2004?
New palm fronds unfold
like relentless ideas –
age, drop to the ground .
In fog I refuse
the fast straight road but prefer
the curved road I know.
The high morning sun
bleaches the fog blanket white –
Laundress to the hills .