“A Few Haiku (5)”

(c) 2021 by Michael L. Utley


Fronds torn by the storm
Willow bathes her wounds in tears
Heaven cries above



In konara copse
Broken axe is silent now
Entombed by the ferns



In my sorrow I
Doubt that even sparrow’s joy
Can restore my heart



In chill autumn rain
Memories of sakura
Memories of you



There is bird-song when
I see my bare-footed love
Smiling demurely



All I wish for you
Is that you are happy and
You’ll remember me

2 thoughts on ““A Few Haiku (5)”

    1. Thanks for the kind comment. The utter stillness of this forgotten little tableau just sort of jumped out at me. Also, I recalled finding an old rusted axe in a tree as a kid growing up on a farm. There was no telling how long that axe had been there, but its patina of rust told me it had likely been decades. It was such a strange discovery, an unexpected treasure for a young kid to stumble upon, and such a mystery, too. It’s odd how these random encounters stick in our minds. I’m glad you liked this one. 🙂


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