The moon, traditionally, has stimulated many diverse haiku.
I find it particularly compelling as "moon" cuts across many
seasons and, therefore, conjures many moods and feelings.
day moon
dipping a toe
in the river
crescent moon
hair pulled across
his bald spot
winter moon
she tests the milk
on her wrist
pale moon
the pulsing
heart monitor
moonless night
footfalls silenced
by snow
w. f. owen
Friday, January 25, 2008
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