Saturday, April 5, 2014

Lune for Spring


Our pond ice,


but one town away, father


and son fish.





Across their pond, 


a single fisherman's bright orange


jacket shouts hello!





Their pond reflecting


blue sky, wind speeding clouds:

one shared Spring.





Not shared here,


one town away, I wait;


our pond waits.








NOTE: A lune is a simplified form of haiku. It counts words instead of syllables: 3, 5, 3. Here I strung together 4 'lune' verses.

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