The Crane

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The Crane

 

With early morn I set out along the winding road,

a dry trail I'd walked before.

The dust curled among the pines.

 

Tangled weeds edged this road,

decorating the ground with nature's twine.

I carried with me a few belongings;

my journal for remembering nature, a blanket and an evening meal.

The sun beamed its warmth upon me.

 

Towards the dusk of the day

I rested by on old pond.

Lotus blossoms speckled the mossy

grounds with color.

Reaching into my sack for pen

and journal, I began to write.

 

Thoughts drifted,

like the lily pads with the breeze.

My mind slept, dreams filled space,

time no longer mattered.

Suddenly, I was awakened.

The Crane called to his mate,

together they flew towards the crimson sun.

 

Standing, I thought I was lonely.

For a moment I was lonely.

A memory of long ago,

an unmeasured heartbeat,

I continued my journey.

        ~~~

 

Author's Note

More ramblings....

Reviews

[Pax Analog]

What, you think anything not a haiku is "rambling"? ;-) No, very good, still essential, with the relaxed rhythms of a rejuvenating nature stroll. I love your core sensibility, the infinite NOW still resides in your verse whether minimalist haiku, or this natural simplicity. It's as if complete ATTENTION is the only difference between lonely and alone, or all-one. And the crane calling his mate, the flying toward the crimson sun. . .Excellent!

[C.L. Wilson]

I like the way you describe your ideas.
I feel the same in the mornings.
I crave it...

[Salvatore Buttaci]

Not ramblings at all. Well placed images to help the reader travel with you. A good poem!

Sal