cottonwood–
a plastic dump truck
in the freckled shade
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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Seven downed cottonwoods
broken forts and tiny huts
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Seven downed cottonwoods–
broken forts; children weep–
Sudden summer storm
no offense meant, but i think
you have tried to hard to
form juxtaposition where
there is none. i mean this in
the kindest of ways. now off to the meditation bench.
toddler’s breath
a toy tug boat
capsizes
Very nice haiku! Here are a few from the east coast of Florida.
hurricane season;
palm fronds blowing
the cool breeze
summer evening,
rain
in my tea
under the moon
the beach causeway stretches
on and on
sweltering evening—
porch screens wearing coats
of cottonwood fluff
taking notes
in the shade of cottonwood
a young milkweed
fluffy white seed
on the windshield —
the car graveyard
cotton mill
nearby plants
blanketed in white
you gave me reason to smile tonight, anne s.
you left me wondering, what else.
i, too, have those kind of days
past midnight-
in the hazy moonlight
shadows come to life