His dawn serenade
will gently wake wood's chorus
lumberjacks at work.
A cold wind ruffles
feathers on the spotted breast
summer's Requiem.
Summer slips away
and the song thrush will follow
the sound of silence.
A contest entry
- KINGFISHER HAIKU by Swan song.
2600 points, ended September 5, 2008, 17 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Your third haiku was flat awesome. I thought that one was tremendous




