fox on the trail —
your hand held up
to my chest
Published by
Michael Dylan Welch
Michael Dylan Welch served two terms as poet laureate of Redmond, Washington, where he has curated monthly SoulFood Poetry Night readings since 2006 and was president of the Redmond Association of Spokenword for more than 15 years. His books include True Colour, a collection of solo rengay, and Seven Suns, Seven Moons. He founded and continues to direct the annual Seabeck Haiku Getaway, runs National Haiku Writing Month (www.nahaiwrimo.com), and serves as a director of the biennial Haiku North America conference. He has been keynote speaker for the Haiku International Association conference in Tokyo, and in 2012 one of his translations from the Japanese appeared on the back of 150 million U.S. postage stamps. His personal website is www.graceguts.com, devoted mostly to poetry. View all posts by Michael Dylan Welch
__Nifty Michael
quick halt
this gray fox on our path
a glance..
__Then the hand recedes, and the three step forward in silence. _m
Love this one, Michael. I can hear the held breath as you watch and wait.
Brilliant!
This_?
__Was worthy of added… positive comments.
England, land of foxes being helped by Mary Poppins, so here's one of a few on them:
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thunder snow
the wind-shifting scent
of fox
tonnerre de neige
amenée par le vent l’odeur
du renard
Alan Summers
French trans. Serge Tome
Publications credits: fox dreams (April 2012) edited by Aubrie Cox; Temps Libre Coups de coeur – Favourites (Du 16 au 31 janvier 2013)
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Oh, wow! This is an amazing moment captured so well.
marion