The image, which obviously prompted this little mind-fart of a haiku, does kind of push it into senryu territory, I think. Not sure why I made it monochrome, but I like it. Sometimes it’s enough just to make things that make you happy and not worry about whether they’re any good or not.
I live in an Appalachian hollow in the Juniata watershed of central Pennsylvania, and spend a great deal of time walking in the woods. My books of poetry include FAILED STATE: HAIBUN, ICE MOUNTAIN: AN ELEGY, BREAKDOWN: BANJO POEMS, and ODES TO TOOLS.
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