One edge
hanging over the mountain--
the Milky Way


emerging from the woods
we become entangled
in your prickly past

rancid swamp breath
have we lost our way?
a duck paddles past

our carved initials
no longer legible
in contorted growth


Beatrice V said...

Stupendous! They stand individually as well as flow into each other

Spiros Zafiris said...

..yes, very together--(very cool)!


Vida said...

I like all three of them, Diana. Maybe the last one is my favorite.

diana l. said...

Thanks everyone. I do, however, think that what I'm trying to do here would probably be more strictly appropriate for tanka. My problem is, I think, that I tend to experience nature, all too often, as a projective test. (So much for a therapist writing haiku!)