stars blaze above
cosmic hot white
light years of colour
fall cold soaks shoulders
hands shiver on icy scope
constellations shake
sun slips over the horizon
early morning light
fade these blue stars
colour free black sky
just white stars
doubled on lake water
Beautiful poem.........you paint it so well, I can see it and feel it.
ReplyDeleteAhh, all in this glorious universe. You're like a painter.
ReplyDeleteVisual indeed...enjoyed reading this piece.
ReplyDeleteJust beautiful!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem ,a visual treat!
ReplyDeleteI love this; it is so beautiful! A rich
ReplyDeletevisual feast~ Lovely!
Old ollie,
ReplyDeleteYou are an artist with your words. They evoke a splendid image.
Best Sunday wishes,
Eileen
I saw Ryokan with his cane on the hill top. He said these Haikus reminded him of home. He also said he'd been down to the legion for 3 pitchers of Ex and his work boots were covered in cow shit. Good stuff OO.
ReplyDeleteblaze, soaks, slips..
ReplyDeletevery fine tuned words.
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ReplyDeleteYour style is so crisp and concise with great imagery. Really enjoying your blog.
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