One edge
hanging over the mountain--
the Milky Way


through the trees
the wind
telling an old story


Alan Summers said...

I like this, makes me think, how old is the wind exactly! ;-)


Carlos Gesmundo said...

Like my grandfather did -- re-telling stories that I heard the previous summer and other summers before. The wind is as old as grandfathers, maybe.

diana l. said...

This is just beautiful, John.

And Carlos, that last line sounds like it belongs as one page in a children's book of beautifully water-colored images - where child-like questions are raised and then creatively answered...

Dennis Tomlinson said...

I like the sense of the autumnal wind coming back every year since time immemorial, even older than grandfathers!

Kelly Marszycki said...

old stories, old rhythms -- November seems to stir these up? beautiful haiku, John.