“A Few Haiku (7)”

(c) 2021 by Michael L. Utley


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



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



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



I have tried to catch
Fleeting breeze in my hands but
I am unworthy



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



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

12 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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