The Daily Haiku

A world of five - seven - five. At one time daily, now kind of sporadic.

April 16, 2010

Too long to let that
Ancient spirit pass me by
Whisper in the wind

And the crow might fly
Under billowing white clouds
Whirling through the sky

Seeking for a roost
In trees long thought to be dead
Yet their flowers bloom

Mixing shades of red
Against angled and brown bark
This birds's quiet 'stead

Rest the back upon
The trunk of that sleeping tree
Feel the earth below

Yearning to be free
From what rivers there may be
Running to the sea


Blogger Los said...

Spring has sprung, my friend.
Time to mow loans and wash cars.
And mow lawns again.

2:52 PM, April 18, 2010  
Blogger Ink and Stone said...


8:43 AM, April 19, 2010  

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