Sunday, March 9, 2014

The Departure

Fields of sparrows end in a twilight patch
Fallen tree’s ice
And a curved whisper
On the fringe of night.
The chilled heart in its sadness
Becomes whole once more -
For the ice can freeze up
The cracks in the heart.

The space in that time
Was beyond any rhyme.
The trees were too bright
The crystals seemed in flight.
The broken tree lying
Was a natural plea.

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Our desert (haiku)

I look through photos Our life through the four seasons Back through the old ones.  Blossoming in spring With all the diverse flowers ...