frosty morning–
the foal watches its mother
nudge my pocket
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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I like it. It’s cold, but the foal is conscious and You are conscious.
There are warm scenes even on the coldest days. I like your haiku, Mike.
Mike, I like this_!
_Sure it’s frosty… but too, I see the foal learning and categorizing by watching mom’s nudge.
vest pocket
in the foal’s index
sugar cubes
_M
a very “yes” haiku… lovely to be sure, and a moment-of-the-moment truth which leaves us an inner warmth regardless of the cold exterior…
spilling branch to branch
a feathering of snowflakes…
the jays in a snit
thank you. carrots and apple slices to you all as well.
fading twilight-
yet, her clear eyes
after 50 years
still sparkle
Mike, there’s something so warm
and real about this moment…you’ve
captured it beautifully!