Friday, August 17, 2012

Rural Haiku


the road
winding into fog
cattle sounds


sun above
grass tips; a rooster
cocking its head


tribal dance—
the scent of earth
after a shower


holding blossoms
close to her heart
her coy smile


playground
the glint in the eye
of a squirrel


distant flute
a sudden breeze
ruffles in


a plop
off the wooden bridge
ripples


a swan takes off
the slow run
of the evening train

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