seven river haiku and tanka
night, deep in silence.
noises receding behind.
the black river flows!
my boat, a black sail,
cutting moon water in half.
she shines distantly!
the duck dips for fish,
an idyllic ripple spreads.
wriggling at the end!
so speechless, quite still
the ohio flows on past,
past all memory…
a tree now, not i
tells the passing of time, and
how it babbles on!
the waves sliced still by
finger branches, leaves sailing
and i know not why!
though i see them sail,
with friendly winds prevailing
i do not know why!
waltzing with the wind
we kicked up ripples and waves
and then we stopped, yes
we stopped as children do, to
watch the sad rain do better.