“A Few Haiku (7)”

(c) 2021 by Michael L. Utley

(#37)

Swathed in winter’s arms
Chilly bosom hushes earth
Snowy lullaby

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(#38)

As heron’s plume drifts
Away on a silent stream
Memories of you fade

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(#39)

Do worms of the earth
Dream of sunlight; are their minds
As blind as their eyes

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(#40)

I’ve tried to catch the
Fleeting breeze in my hands but
I am unworthy

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(#41)

In the thunderstorm
Footprints filled with rain water
I have lost my way

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(#42)

Near the waterfall
Yellow birds drink from the cups
Of purple flowers

13 thoughts on ““A Few Haiku (7)”

  1. Thanks, Grace. I guess I was in sort of a philosophical mood today when I wrote these. I really love these small, intense experiences that are haiku and tanka. They force me to think differently than with other poetic formats. I have a lot of fun with them. I’m glad you liked them. πŸ™‚

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    1. Thanks, David. There’s something about feathers that I find both melancholy and beautiful, so the image of that heron’s feather drifting away on the current just spoke to me of the ephemeral nature of memories. I’m glad you enjoyed this one. πŸ™‚

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