Gerry  Bravi, CA

 

Haiku   snow flurries and still, rose petals cling to life     redwings long gone only wind rustles the reeds winter stirs     a small finger points and LOOK splits the silence eagle in a pine     one after another finds the endless horizon prairie clouds     winter wind chasing snowflakes across the ice   eerie voices explode the morning hush loon conversing     the Ausable River mayflies drop to its surface trout rise to meet them     winter trees the throb of brittle limbs wakes me at dawn     winter sun how difficult to discern shadows on shadows     Tanka the high ground… do I seek it to clarify my vision or to pronounce my superiority?