23 February 2011

Dead River's Ghost

A motionless scene,
ice covers all but the sound:
a dead river's ghost.

(A blog post just for a single haiku may seem a bit over the top, but I wanted to share this moment from a walk earlier today, before I forget.)


  1. A month later, from the same location:

    A yellow balloon
    tossed about in a wild stream,
    trapped by the cruel ice.

  2. And another couple weeks:

    Stream trapped by the ice
    for nigh an eternity,
    now roaring, mighty.


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