footprints
the hollow boom of breakers
in the fog
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Mike Farley
Originally from California, Mike Farley writes from Red Lodge, Montana, where he recently retired with his wife Shirlee from their twenty years on a hay and cattle ranch. His poetry is rich with the images of the high plains, mountains, weather, wildlife, livestock, ranch work and outdoor recreation with which he is daily surrounded. Although he has contributed his work to many online haiku lists, he has never been formally published.
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Very Pacific coast, especially after a storm chases the big rollers in. Evocative of the great forces we may sense but cannot completely narrow down.
There is something primordial about this haiku…a sort of sense of the beginning…a feeling of an essential home…a connection with the sea.
I remember the Valley Fog up around Sacramento, CA around December and January, where you couldn’t see two feet infront of your headlights. Eerie! Great Haiku.
Very, very nice. Smell the seaweed and feel the damp peneterate your jacket.
summer night
the smell of seaweed
in the sand
Mike Farley has just lost his battle with cancer. He was a great haiku writer, and a cool person to know.
harvesting moon
the death of a friend
a lost jigsaw piece
Alan Summers
…earlier version Asahi Shimbun, Japan
this version i.m. Mike Farley