The last rain stopped
and the steel sky lifted
a bit.
Six crows fly in battleship formation
across what might be the sun,
visible orb through cumulus gray
a bit.
Then dusk descended and the crows went
where crows go and bats took flight
from their hidey holes
and the moon- what they call blue-
rose over the hill where cattle sleep
and my father's house once stood.
For a bit.
Blue Moon on the rise
shames the breadth of artless men.
Bathes the earth in blue.
Written for our BLUE MOON, which won't happen again until 2037. Who knows what state the earth will be in by then so shine on tonight and check out the poets of dVerse as they praise the moon which dims the light pollution of humankind. The haiku finale is requisite in the haibun poetry form. Also, from dVerse is their Open Link Night for all to join in.
11 comments:
Such beautiful imagery. And there's a sense of wistfulness, too.
Lovely haibun ... I wonder where (or if) I will exist in 3037. Going to try my darnedest.
I really liked the 4th stanza... a beautiful poem.
Merril,
Thank you so much.
Helen,
Thanks! Me to, we can only try to do our part.
Miriam,
The 4th ....had to go back and look at it. It was mine too. Thanks!
Beautifully written, Yvonne. Well done.
I saw it too. Love the blue moon rising, so bright to behold.
Those crows in battleship formation.. love that image even more than the moon
Hi Brudberg,
Thanks! I know we've beat the moon to death.
Dwight, Thank you very much!
Grace,
it's really something, especially when it first clears the horizon. Thanks.
A beautiful description of the moon. I got married on a Blue Moon in June in 1996. I only get married once in a blue moon!
Your words create imagery so much better than a painting can. Wonderful.
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