midwinter
the bird’s injured
left wing
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w. f. owen
w.f. owen (ToDrBill at aol.com) is a Professor of Communication, a founding member of the Central Valley Haiku Club of California, and a member of the Haiku Poets of Northern California and the Haiku Society of America. He publishes regularly in such journals as Frogpond, Modern Haiku and Acorn, and has received awards in the 2001 Henderson Haiku and Brady Senryu contests. In 2002, he has won awards in the World Haiku Festival R. H. Blyth contest and the California Civil Liberties Public Education Program contest sponsored by the California State Library Foundation. View all posts by w. f. owen
mid night –
the bed’s sheets unwrinkle
he walks the floor
–
mid way, in winter
the ice breaks –
he remembers summer
–
mid day, he watches and wait
the moon shares the sky –
her phone call soon
late summer
three screws
in the bat handle
mid – sentence
on the telephone
husband interrupts..again
ah, Prof. Bill, this is wonderful, kind of reminds
me of a shrewed Killdeer, trying to out-fox a fox.
As nice as: Adult Condor No. 8 (how sad, 4 wood
duck boxes were shoot up where screech owls were
roosting.)
Gene
I like this… Am I reaching too far if I read a political commentary in this?
hum … maybe Michael. Makes one think what Hilary
Tann keeps saying?
Gene
from the base
of a falling farmhouse–
black-eye susan
… for NJ’s mandate
professor, i love yours. i wrote one about sparrows myself recently;
fallen swallow
claws, flaps its wings
eyes affixed on the sky
snowstorm~
arctic dreams in
an isolated village~
my distant cottage~
the footpath has vanished
in white vastness
midwinter~
a solitary rider zooms
across the sky
snow in front
snow behind me
snow all over~
mid-thought
today, another day
without rain
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