haiku.blog
A new day a new haiku
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by
Long low winter sun Draw me out of the black dirt To chime in the spring
Though we may be bound To the base and lowly ground Sometimes stars shine through
Hiding in the woods Sheltered by these tallest trees Silence holds my gaze
Sometimes I forget I’m just a vanishing point In your long shadow
Sentinels still stand We walk into the cloud line You draw another
Starry canopy Flowers in the panicle Leafy panoply
Every leaf and branch Must grow out of the same trunk Though each is unique
Silently we glode Between restless river banks Softly glid back home
Gnarled and twisted bones Creeping out from mists below Gloating in the gloam
If I watch these trees The birds sing a different tune I am the forest
We could have taken So many roads. In the end There is only one
Smooth shiny wet bark Contrasts with overcast skies A broken barcode