outside the windswept chapel
the soft sound of sleet and gravel
falling on the wooden lid
Saturday, January 17, 2009
On The Black Mountain
Posted by David at 6:59 AM
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Winter Haiku 2008/2009
outside the windswept chapel
the soft sound of sleet and gravel
falling on the wooden lid
Posted by David at 6:59 AM
5 comments:
Another E A Poe haiku, eh? Well, after all, the season to be jolly is now well behind us.
Wonderfully atmospheric!
Two oldies from me...
Black Mountains--
the stagnant chill
of snowmelt
re-lacing the shoe
mud from yesterday's grave site
on his sole
Beautiful haikus Alan. 'Stagnant chill' is interesting. I usually associate the cold like this as pure and clean. But you are right as the snow remains it becomes dirty and polluted.
And the 'mud' and 'sole' are subtlety used.
PiR
"In our end is our beginning"
Thanks
David
Eliot
enjoyed this david
john
Very evocative.
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