Enough
finally at last i feel it is enough
finally at last i feel it is enough
creatures burrowed between the roots sense it winds carry the weight of a sea the bough will break
autumn like the theater-goer arriving late to the show does its best to glide along the edge holding its grey breath against the murmur and hush
twice today i saw geese flying in their formations east to west here in our constructed season we sow we reap
heard a sunday morning sermon not the nearly monotone screed that scurries as best it can upward to hide in the rafters rather the kind of sermon that unfolds before you and presents you itself and through the changing directions of each curvature you glean what is vital
where once a river made ragged mountain stones smooth we find only dust Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge #112 – River and Stone
. It’s not far going from here to there as the crow flies. He moved a fingertip from one spot to another on a map seemingly hung on the wall behind the cash register a few decades ago with mismatched thumbtacks. Portions along the creases had begun to fray apart. Of course since you’re on foot that wouldn’t be the case. I envied the crow. Then I resented it, the black-feathered wings turning the world into a […]