Going online
to hear the hermit thrush sing –
why
it no longer comes to this hill
one sad reason or another
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Carol Purington
Carol Purington writes haiku to reflect and honor the seasonal and emotional patterns of her life in rural Massachusetts.
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Going online
to hear the hermit thrush sing –
why
it no longer comes to this hill
one sad reason or another
—CAROL PURINGTON
Surviving polio since she was 7 years old her poetry sings, and the small things are vital. I look forward to seeing your next collection out: "A Drift of Birdsong."
very moving carol
Carol,
Such a beautiful poem . . .
cygnus
still birthing young
upon our local pond
to carry this summer forward
swanlings
__ This Cinquain notes that -not- all things of life are souring; we look to the fore, as we protect the now. _m
? gorgeous
Yes, sadly indicative of our times, beautifully written.
Googling my name still I can't find myself
A sad ku. Definitely a sense of nostalgia in this one.
marion
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Going online
to hear the hermit thrush sing –
why
it no longer comes to this hill
one sad reason or another
—CAROL PURINGTON
Surviving polio since she was 7 years old her poetry sings, and the small things are vital. I look forward to seeing your next collection out: "A Drift of Birdsong."
warm regards,
Alan
How very beautiful and poignant, Carol. I really do love your work.