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Saturday, January 17, 2009

On The Black Mountain

outside the windswept chapel
the soft sound of sleet and gravel
falling on the wooden lid

5 comments:

Gwil W said...

Another E A Poe haiku, eh? Well, after all, the season to be jolly is now well behind us.

Area 17 said...

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

David said...

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

John McDonald said...

enjoyed this david
john

diana l. said...

Very evocative.