Amidst Tricksters
On geyser time, we rise throughout the night with Old Faithful?chilled to the marrow, despite layers and down bags and molten rock a mere three miles below our tent. Perhaps it?s just the airborne moisture, finally cooling and settling down for the night. Or perhaps it?s the ghosts of Chief Joseph and his kin, keening for their long-lost home.
rising
from the caldera
warbling wisps
of coyote chorus
spirit us away
June 2nd, 2017 at 12:37 pm
Takes me right to Yellowstone, and to deep sorrows of lands lost. Very rich. Well done.
June 2nd, 2017 at 1:59 pm
I shiver at the rumble.
June 2nd, 2017 at 2:15 pm
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June 2nd, 2017 at 2:17 pm
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June 2nd, 2017 at 2:49 pm
Gorgeous writing!
June 2nd, 2017 at 4:32 pm
This wonderful narrative rekindled surreal memories of our last visit.
June 2nd, 2017 at 5:44 pm
beautiful!
June 2nd, 2017 at 7:19 pm
Dear Autumn,
Thank you for sharing this artistic and insightful haibun. I really like the cultural perspective. Congratulations on your publication.
Best wishes with your writing endeavors.
Blessings,
Karen
June 3rd, 2017 at 6:22 am
Beautiful.
June 3rd, 2017 at 8:15 am
Really enjoyed your work, thanks for sharing it with us.
June 3rd, 2017 at 10:03 pm
Richly textured, very evocative.
June 4th, 2017 at 4:40 pm
Many to thanks to all of you for reading my work and for your kind words; I am grateful to have such good company along on this poetry journey!