Thursday, October 28, 2010


Photo by S. Auberle

I may have posted this poem before, but it seems perfect for today, after the wild days of wind we've had this week. This was first featured on Haibun Today.
All night a roaring of waves slamming onto the shore. All night a Wagnerian symphony of wind and water; now and then the thunder of a falling tree. I reach for you, burrowed deep under quilts. Through the night we lie there, listening, satiated with music of enormous gods. Finally, at dawn, the wind rests. Sun lifts over the porch, light gleaming like old coins spilled across the floor. At breakfast we watch heavy trucks rolling by, bearing broken limbs and trees. The sky is that color of diamond blue found only the morning after.
bodies of trees
their fragrance sweet
even in death


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