Haiku
Sparrow sings, happy
Solid stream, frozen insects
Spring sun forgotten
Tag Archives: Nature
Earthworms
Earth elemental
Fleshy segments
Burrow through the power of patience, appetite, numbers
Tiny grains of life
Life devours lower life
So things which creep close to the ground
Fishes, snakes, toads
Things which live under rocks
And have gaping senseless maws
Prey upon earthworms.
Nothing lives lower than a worm
But everything relies
On the foundation they lay
With their mindless, relentless drive
To consume earth
Pass earth
Be earth
They are blanks
Dirt passes through them
Moistened black
Richer for their contact
They gulp, gulp
Like vacuums
Like straws
Pulsing their way up and down the avenues they have created
A megalopolis underground
Utterly vast
Interconnected
Sometimes, being too blind to see
And too empty to resist
The vital impetus
Pushes them through the soil
Beyond the boundaries of their amniotic grit
Into the open air
Where, cut from contact with their animator,
The little golems shrivel
Into a line of dust
A memory of things
which should not touch light.
floating
I had a wonderful break. I’d tell you all about my awkward adventures but I have to catch up on work! O_O
everything is weightless here
rocks lift water
water supports leaves
a stick, hooked on a rock, held by the current, forever nods
creek cups air
air elevates clouds
effortless
gentle
trickling, wet plashes, and bloops
tender caressing breeze
leaves float downstream
leaves stick in gullies
leaves collect on the bank
i too sit weightless
being nothing is easy
i don’t mind the rocks underneath
neither do they mind me
the clouds in the sky
churn
ever mixing, never blending
overwhelming blue
swallows us all
creek, rocks, sticks, leaves, and me
beyond the hill sounds Dragon Fire
a Heavy Breathing Hot Air Balloon
Inflates into view
guess nobody told them
they don’t need to try so hard
to float
Haibun – Winter Maneuver
Winter attempts an advance against fall. To one side of the road, a cold snowscape of white-laced grass, two-tone evergreens, ancient gnarled branches softly pillowed with marshmallow, a study in black and white. To the other, fresh grass scattered with the discards of the glowy orange maple, the radiant yellow fingers of the gumball tree, the startling neon red of the burning bushes. Winter is gaining ground against the bounteous color, blotting out the many-hued lawns with pure white primer, heaping icing on the trees’ heads. The trees, still warm and flexible, shake the wet snow from their glorious manes, spattering sidewalk and pedestrian alike with gobs of slush. Dripping sounds off from all sides, in full stereo. Splat. Splat-splat. It was not the sky, but the trees which rained.
Ever she dances
Nature’s unconscious graces
Embrace all conflict
Black Widow
Black widow
Goddess of her kind
Delicately explores her space
Eight times over.
Obsidian body
Sharp temper
Sharper touch
Meddle in her schemes
And risk her wrath.
When she is still
She is a pebble.
When she moves
She phases.
Gravity is her plaything.
A small jewel
Lethal.
Tread lightly ye mortals
Pray you do not draw her focus
Seeing the arachnid queen is an honor
You may survive her beauty
Only if she favors you.
Sarah D. Silvey 