I.
Blossoming crimson
across the tide, her tears fall:
the Sun has risen.
II.
Bird from the heavens.
Now it is falling earthward.
Are you an angel?
III.
As the clouds gather,
the wind turns field into sea.
And now it will rain.
IV.
The drops race downward,
a redemption for the parched.
Each is a mirror.
V.
Whispering secrets
for the silent earthbound ears:
the woods are speaking.
VI.
So quiet appears,
taking the throne peacefully
and sealing my guilt.
VII.
Deaf with the silence,
she slowly descends to rest.
Now the moon follows. |
Submission Name: Seven Haiku
