Thursday, July 5, 2018

July 2018

July 5, 2018

These haiku are from my work in progress, Farm Song.

Awake too early
the redwing sings

Losing shape
on the flat hot rock
wet handprints, wet footprints

From the hillside
a wood thrush
almost inaudible

Heat lightning
a warm gust pushes
into a warm room

Heading to the Woodslawn Farm fields with a baler on a hot mid-summer day many years ago.