In spring,
how can one be sad
how can one be sad
After feasting on cherry blossoms
and mockingbird song?
Bird Song
Every evening
Driving home from work
I roll across a high ridge
Where suddenly the sky
Expands to panoramic.
In the bitterly cold winter evenings,
The sun glowed like a furnace on the horizon.
Every evening the sky was a canvas
Of radiating sumi and pink calligraphic clouds
In art's freest expression of spirit.
Now in the spring
Driving home from work
I open my eyes suddenly
To expanses of blue and the sun
Shines like a gold medallion
High up over the horizon.
This evening
A raven flew over my car:
A flat, black silhouette
Of spread wing feathers
Painted across panoramic blue.
While walking,
I saw its twin:
A white seagull
Arched under a faint, translucent moon.
Haiku and Poem by Judy Liggett
3 comments:
luv the haiku
Luverly picture.
Like the line, "we're all busted in our own way". So true.
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