mountaintop field
feeding clouds
Kind of the same idea as this haiku, but not as cerebral and with a possible emotional connection to the opening word. The photo was taken at the next old farm to the southwest, two+ miles down the ridge.
fallow
Category: landscape
daybreak
in January
only crows crow
Back with the crows again. I have noticed though that nearly every morning, crows seem to wake up almost exactly at sunrise, even when it’s cloudy.
Initially I had “January daybreak only the crows crow” but that put the semantic break too close to the center, and I do prefer the asymmetry of classic haiku. I might be overthinking it, though.
mountain
without peaks
keep going
power plant plumes
dead broomsedge hissing
in the ridgetop wind
foggy solstice
the “cosmic” flavor of the cloud
from her vape
Christmas morning
all the trees graffitied
with fresh snow
Four months away
even the full moon isn’t
where I left it
Bronze Age
Migratory as an eel, unstable as molten metal wavering between stone and water, I dreamed myself adrift in a forest of the dead, one more leaf returned to the forge of life, green blade that does not crumble, however fallen, in any autumn that we know.
A road is a blankness,
a life sentence for its strip of land. But sometimes it glows, livid as a scar.
boulder field in snow
its only other crop
besides lichen
