sky-high pines
chain-sawed
to the ground—
are the night cries
more plaintive now?
this buzzard
statue-like atop
a dead oak . . .
nothing between us
but the country air
—Atlas Poetica, #13, Nov. 2012
Pictured, the buzzard's oak.
Two quietly reflective, gently plaintive tanka that complement each other--and the photo--so well. So many implications to ponder in lines 4 & 5 of the second poem.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Jenny!
ReplyDeleteI pass by the buzzard tree on my morning walks.