March 8, 2014 12:39 am
Five mourning doves gather on close branches.
But the sky in the trees is too miserable for mourning.
Even the earth will not accept the night’s snow
which sits in clumps on the ground like oil on water.
It highlights fallen trees on the mountain slope
showing all the directions down can take you.
Between the shed and a crack in the clouds
two bluejays mate in a flurry on a fallen ladder.
Posted by Jeff Schwaner
Categories: New Writing, Poetry, The Drift
Tags: bluejay, haiku, march, not haiku, Schwaner, snow, The Drift, unregulated verse
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“…too miserable for mourning” and “…all the directions down can take you,” speak to me endlessly.
By Gunmetal Geisha on March 8, 2014 at 9:45 pm