Full Fledglings
As far as eagles can roam
Spirits may soar
Foxes walk here at dusk
Prints in clay
Flowers hide midst bushes
Burst yellow buds
Dust settles on fresh tracks
Trails disappear
Fire pits nestle ‘mong rocks
Still, dawn frosts
Between sunset and sundown
Horizons flatten out
Light slides ‘gainst gravity
Shadows crop up
Smells of dust transform
Night rains — mud
Moon and stars rise alight
Break clouds — apart
People walk the woodlands
Reconnected origins
. . . . .
Poet: Susan Powers Bourne
Source: Woodland Haiku by Keren Gila Raiter
Process: Pick and remix