The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers. ~Basho

Monday, March 3, 2008

Haiku

Give me bark skin and
Limbs reflecting sunlight, now.
The crow flies quickly.

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more photos of the old oak tree and it's scars
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1 comment:

Jan Ely said...

Haiku-

Oak branch in blue sky
Towering over my youth
Growing stuborn slow

I remember you
Your car full of the "past"
Hope you return soon

March 4, 2008 at 6:43 AM

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