Little Views On the St. Johns River
14 Haiku (w/ images)
Black-tipped wings lift two wood storks through huge oak boughs Wind moves Spanish moss ** Little sandhill colts led to the bayou's mud bank The big cranes ignore me ** We are told that soon the manatees will arrive Will boats still go fast?
** Back in the lily pads tall hummock grass hides egrets I paddle lightly ** A limpkin arrives but you hear it crackling first wind prints on water
** Morning moves to noon hanging drapes of moss rise rise oh a crowd! white birds! ** Unseen spiral far far in the sky so many buzzards I think: war ** All day the river sparks and sings all day cloud ships run shadows breathe light
** That big blue heron lands again down the bayou She names him Harold
** From beneath mirrors what requires release enough to flash at the sun? ** Owls and the moon slice secrets of stars a far dog the odor of smoke ** If I sleep sirens may sound and then a blind flash Will I be with birds?
** Moony night voices clack root whistle croak bleat yes this could all be gone. ** Cloud dreams float downstream gators frogs and turtles sleep even now great change comes
