Haiku - Owl Close By
Evening falls by four
street lamps are going on, one by one —
somewhere an owl calling
I see her shape dimly
feathered cloak wrapped close about herself —
my familiar in the gloom
Rest, say her old eyes,
wear night as your own wise cloak and wait —
the light will rise again.
Written for the bright and shining spirits at One Deep Breath
street lamps are going on, one by one —
somewhere an owl calling
I see her shape dimly
feathered cloak wrapped close about herself —
my familiar in the gloom
Rest, say her old eyes,
wear night as your own wise cloak and wait —
the light will rise again.
Written for the bright and shining spirits at One Deep Breath
11 comments:
Wonderful photo and owl. I really like the first haiku, it's so suggestive.
Take night as your own cloak, I really like that. It's a big, big line, mythic and resonant. I know how to dress myself in darkness.
amazing photo and brilliant poem ... I love how we see the owl close-up and next, the night close-up and surrounding us in its cloak. exquisite poetry, JP
This is just amazing - there is such wisdom and grace in the owl, and you've captured the spirit beautifully in you haiku.
I enjoyed this very much!
Ooh, I am drawn to owls so this photo and haiku capture me. Lovely.
Beautiful owl, they're such lovely birds. Lovely images in words too.
Your poems are beautiful. And I like the photo too. There's something about owls that appeals to me (and I'm a night owl). :)
These are beautiful. The first haiku brings great imagery and then the sound... Splendid!
This is the second great close, closer. closer series I've seen this week. Outstanding!
Very lovely! Owls are one my favorite creatures!
I love that first one, and the photo. Good work!
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