at the dead tip
of a River Red Gum
an eagle's nest

—Lorin Ford
        

The haiku is from Mildura, Vic. Aust., situated on the Murray River. Salinity from agricultural run-off is causing the death of native trees. I saw a precarious balance of death and new life in the eagle's nest built at the tip of a tree dying from the top down. This is a Spring haiku (September)

About the author: Lorin Ford: lorin_ford at hotmail dot com

Lorin lives and writes in the Melbourne (Australia) suburb of Brunswick. Since Jan. 2005, over 200 of her haiku have appeared in a spread of publications from Australia, New Zealand, Japan, Europe and the USA. She won the paper wasp Jack Stamm award for haiku in both 2005 and 2006. She also writes longer poems.

Responses to the haiku for 28 September 2007 by Lorin Ford

  1.  
    2007-09-28 06:12:44
     

    A Murray River haiku in effect, fantastic. Also reminds me when I looked after a couple of "Murray Maggies".

    Look forward to seeing more haiku too! ;-)

  2.  
    Bill Kenney
    2007-09-28 06:52:06
     

    lorin, that last line is downright exhilarating. But that's because lines 1 and 2 are so profoundly right.

  3.  
    Norman Darlington
    2007-09-28 13:03:56
     

    at the dead tip
    of a River Red Gum
    an eagle's nest

    Makes the heart soar! Well done, Lorin

  4.  
    Angelika Wienert
    2007-09-28 14:13:29
     

    life and death

    and you found the right words, Lorin

  5.  
    electraglide
    2007-09-29 08:40:50
     

    ZENN
    in the clock tower
    overlooking the gravestones
    mysterious sticks

    Today was wet and overcast here in SW England - not even a functional car, so I went for a walk and sat in Maiden Bradley churchyard on a new tree stump.

    (Eagles are practical nesters)

  6.  
    laryalee
    2007-09-29 14:04:16
     

    A wonderful moment, Lorin...
    I like Bill's word "exhilarating"!
    And great to see you here again...
    ;)
    Lary

  7.  
    b. m. richardson (orgbob at webtv dot net)
    2007-09-29 15:19:47
     

    he clasps the crag with crooked hands; close to the sun in lonely lands, ring'd with the azure world, he stands.

    the wrinkled sea beneath him crawls; he watches from his mountain walls, and like a thunderbolt he falls.

    tennyson's "the eagle"
    -

    electraglide, i must remember your "practical nesters"
    -

    nestled above the branch point
    where it's built--
    full moon silhouette

  8.  
    Lorin Ford
    2007-09-29 16:06:49
     

    Thank you all for reading this and commenting.

    cheers,
    lorin

  9.  
    Collin Barber
    2007-10-01 15:36:34
     

    Good to see you here, Lorin. Enjoyed this one very much.

  10.  
    josh wikoff
    2007-10-02 13:02:41
     

    Nice, Lorin.

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