muddy trail
deep footprints
filling with rain

—River Malcolm
        

About the author: River Malcolm is a family therapist living on Orcas Island in Washington state. Although she has written poetry for almost fifty years, she fell in love with haiku as a daily practice this past summer.

Responses to the haiku for 7 September 2005 by River Malcolm

  1.  
    2005-09-07 14:05:45
     

    Hi, dear River!
    Let be my haiku the first comment for you tonight!

    Frightened clouds above the waves
    cowers beyond the sharp rocks
    petrel's flight.

  2.  
    levon machenry
    2005-09-07 14:25:27
     

    beach walk
    with each & every step
    our footprints fade

  3.  
    peter alston
    2005-09-07 14:28:41
     

    kujtim,
    your poem is quite charming in it's
    innocence.


    season's end
    the ballpark filled
    with birdsong

  4.  
    john tiong chunghoo
    2005-09-08 00:52:30
     

    beachwalk
    the waves refuse me
    to blaze a trail

  5.  
    Vasile Moldovan
    2005-09-08 02:33:53
     

    It's rain, it's rain...
    counting her hair, here is
    the first grey hair

  6.  
    kala ramesh
    2005-09-08 03:17:38
     

    That's a good one, River
    Haiku on
    -kala

  7.  
    Judith Ingram
    2005-09-11 21:35:51
     

    orange moon emerges
    in the sand
    footprints and love

  8.  
    bobby michael richardson
    2005-09-12 19:09:51
     

    past midnight
    dry track of tears --
    curtain of silence descends

  9.  
    2007-02-21 02:35:31
     

    It may be inappropriate to use this site for this comment? If I am overstepping the pathway, forgive me. If this is River Malcolm from San Diego that I knew once long ago I simply wanted to say hello to an old friend. You knew me as *Marti* and we met at Las Hermanas. If you remember me and so desire to, please contact me. I hope that this is you. Maricela

  10.  
    ed markowski
    2007-10-25 08:20:39
     

    river,
    thanks for the lovely comment on my recent
    harvest moon poem.
    ed markowski

  11.  
    b.m.r.
    2009-04-26 18:33:35
     

    wind swept clouds
    whistling through the pines--
    the darkness

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