A Few Haikus
Sky iced with gray,
crow perched in a bare aspen—
a silhouette scream.
This cold, iron pole
swingset on snowy asphalt,
chain’s clanking echo
Parched, rasped sidewalk
Smells of wet dust on the wind,
Dark, smudged horizon.
Black mountain mass
twitter of a morning robin—
silver-ribbon peaks.
I respect the haiku, because after being assigned to write one and making several attempts, I realized how hard it actually is to really write a good haiku. (And no, I don't consider these to be very good at all.) They seem so simple, but the best ones contain layers of brilliant imagery and meaning.
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