quiet morning . . .
some of the fence
still standing
Published by
Mike Farley
I live with my wife Shirlee on a cattle ranch near the little ski town of Red Lodge, Montana, and have been loving and writing haiku for several years now. I draw my inspiration from the images of the high-plains, mountains, weather, wildlife, livestock, ranch work and outdoor recreation which surround me daily.
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tsunami
a wooden elephant’s raised trunk
amidst the debris
night-storm passed, morning sun
footsteps in the smooth new snow —
cat and squirrel!
-or-
bright morning
footsteps in new snow —
cat and squirrel!
frozen in time-
an unopened camellia
quiet evening
warmed by the fire —
click of her key
Beautiful!
The silence that this haiku evokes is profound;
I can almost hear/feel the wrath of a storm the night before, and the stillness and quiet of the morning after affects the senses with as great an impact. You are a keen observer…a gifted poet.
Just wanted to say well done – simple, quiet, stark, evokative. Wish I’d written this one!
quiet night–
through the wintry blackness
“somewhere down the crazy river”