departing summer
a contrail becomes
the only cloud

8 Responses

  1. Emily Says:

    Dear Bryan,
    I love this haiku. The image is vivid as I read it many times.
    I was supposed to attend the Haiku Cradle Fest in Mineral Point with all of you, but it is not feasible now. I am very disappointed. I will be thinking of you all there.

    My best, Emily Rademacher

  2. Nancy Rapp Says:

    Wow Bryon, such an poignant feeling this haiku imparts. It’s lovely.

  3. Elisa Says:

    I feel this summer blues!
    What a wonderful haiku, Hearty Congratulations Bryan!

  4. Magyar Says:

    Not hidden, the -trail- is: [ trail- trial? ] _m

    forest contrail
    along this deer's walkway
    day's breath hides

  5. Magyar Says:

    Evaporating contrail?

  6. Virginia Lore Says:

    I've been about warm bulb events, so I'm viewing everything lately through that lens. This haiku seems both idyllic and ominous. I really like it, and it's a gut punch, at the same time.

  7. ingridbaluchi Says:

    Look long enough, all those crisscrosses, like summer clouds, evaporate. You're left wondering where all those people are going, and why, knowing real clouds may, eventually, form useful rain somewhere needy. I sense an ecological warning here, Bryan, and agree with Virginia sensing something ominous.

  8. Barbara Kaufmann Says:

    no sign of rain
    afternoon contrails
    head to Europe

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