cattails
September 2016
Haibun
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UHTS collected works


Gray
David Landis Barnhill
USA


In these ancient hills, gray folds into gray, one shade into another into another. A long stretch of dark comes to a point over a far peak. Curling waves of lighter gray float below it along the ridge. Up the soft curve of slope, a patch of mist wanders among the forest green and faded orange. Without moving, it rises, splits apart, and is lost into the early evening sky.

mist gone
       the sky always empty
             and full