Monday, May 31, 2010

Five Peaces


A cool stream
running over hot feet.

A bird singing
at just the right moment.

The horizon
at the far edge of the ocean.

A land flowing
with milk and honey.

The smell of rain
on parched ground.

1 comment:

Dr. Mike said...

Corrective

There is no ocean
Where oil clogs the wetlands, and
Soon no horizon.

[Disposable Haiku May 31, 2010]
Dr. Mike