Thursday, August 20, 2009

The Copse At Sunset

as if stranded on a lost island
the copse stood in the wheat field
a dark brooding patch among golden grains
old as memory, the stand waiting
watching for the seasons to pass
one into another still and silent

some bent with the tricks of time
others tall,thick__multi-colors of green-black
leafy shelters for birds by day
with the suns demise
their sturdy tangled branches now__
a spider web for lost souls trapped within


Jim said...

Those lost souls never to return!
B.D, I like it a lot. I will only visit in the daytime, if then.
It is nice to see you back here, I am sorry about your other blog. I've been told to copy everything I have ever written. That is a lot of work??

Lisa said...

Really liked this poem, it flows nicely. I especially like the lines: watching for the seasons to pass,one into another still and silent

Beloved Haiku Dreams said...

Thank you Jim and Lisa for your comments and for read my poem. I am a bit rusty.


Tumblewords: said...

Haunting piece - your ability to write feeling is much admired!

SandyCarlson said...

I imagine a big, merciful dream catcher.

The Dark Lord said...

Lovely, vivid description, makes for great poems.. I thought this a had a hauntingly wistful tone to it.. a splendid read...

Beatrice V said...

Melanie, this is the last day am around if you need help registering for the autumn haiku blog, you signed in only to "summer" you have to sign in to ALL of them. That is, also once for spring, summer and autumn, each.

gabrielle said...

there is a haunting beauty in these vivid lines. this dark patch shelters and remembers what has been lost.

Beloved Haiku Dreams said...

Thank you:
The Dark Lord
gabrielle, for reading my poem. It has been too hot to post as we do not have central air.


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