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.)
23 February 2011
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A month later, from the same location:
ReplyDeleteA yellow balloon
tossed about in a wild stream,
trapped by the cruel ice.
And another couple weeks:
ReplyDeleteStream trapped by the ice
for nigh an eternity,
now roaring, mighty.