Poems Twenty-Four Through Thirty (Plus), Poem-A-Day, "Ten Nature Haiku"
Poems Twenty-Four Through Thirty (Plus), Poem-A-Day, "Ten Nature Haiku"
sleeping late into
a November afternoon;
dreaming in color
the woodpecker stops,
perhaps he heard me shouting,
shotgun in my hand
the snapping turtle
warns us with his vicious fangs:
"no skinny-dipping"
raccoons tap their beaks
against unyielding metal:
nightly ritual
yesterday's spirits,
coughing in the cold guest rooms
of my memory
the koala bear
notices me in the brush,
and gives me the bird
the ladybug stings
only those who mock the black
dots on her red dress
the moonlight glinting
off the clear wings of the slug:
it is so, so late
when horses attack
children, it's only rarely
without a reason
breakfast in silence:
tasting the pink, bittersweet
tears of the grapefruit
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April 30, 2009 by Rich Boucher.