Haiku #11 (NS)

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The shaman’s spirit
abroad, deep in winter’s woods;
speaks in runic tongues

Copyright Francis 2021

Poem ‘Raptor’


Over church, a windmill,
warmer hued in a meagre sun,
through copses freshly naked
and into skies of madonna blue

My eyes are led easily,
catching the swift sole movements
like a gorgeous leaf circling
in elegant fall and flight

It all brings a rare smile
to winter’s thinnest lips,
this soaring, plaintive viola—
a primed glissando on his prey

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