Cuyahoga
images from Cuyahoga Valley National Park, Ohio




blood iron stone ore
seeping from precipiced shale slabs:
the bleeding falls




Everywhere I travel, moving east and north, spring remains the same: the trees and bushes just beginning to leaf out, buds still tight, small, red-green. The flowering crabapples, magnolias, and forsythia a riot of primary colors that spotlight an otherwise late-winter-drab brown land. As I move, the line of green returning with spring moves with me: we race each other towards summer.
tentative, unsure
if it really wants to, the leaf
emerges from its bud




blood iron stone ore
seeping from precipiced shale slabs:
the bleeding falls




Everywhere I travel, moving east and north, spring remains the same: the trees and bushes just beginning to leaf out, buds still tight, small, red-green. The flowering crabapples, magnolias, and forsythia a riot of primary colors that spotlight an otherwise late-winter-drab brown land. As I move, the line of green returning with spring moves with me: we race each other towards summer.
tentative, unsure
if it really wants to, the leaf
emerges from its bud
Labels: haibun, haiku, photography
4 Comments:
Thanks for sharing the journey! I've added your blog to the favourite blogs link on my page.
Thanks very much.
Onward!
Damn, am I bummed to have missed you on this visit. Here's hoping we'll get a chance again before too long.
No worries, John. We'll get together on another trip, sometime, no doubt. Dinner awaits.
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