One edge
hanging over the mountain--
the Milky Way


wind in the chimney -
broken things
race along the street


Paul Smith said...

Love this john. So many layers to ponder!

I imagine the 'broken things' with faces, breathless and wounded!

Area 17 said...

Love the first line!

Intrigued about what the broken things are, a sort of variation of flotsam and jetsam?

I really do like the whole poem! ;-)


Kelly M. said...

wind in the chimney -- that often is such a haunting sound, as does this haiku.

Ashi said...

Good one John, preparing for the storm to come
Autumn wind
sounding the chimney alarm
rattling with arms

diana l. said...

Compelling. Causes me to reread it repeatedly. Well done.