An expansion of Tuesday’s haiku, into a more developed piece.
Solitude
Solitude looms high,
alone in the canyons, silence—
take time to listen.
Leaves rustle,
trees whispering in the wind,
dew drips down.
Full moon rises
in the night sky, moonlight
obscured by clouds.
Darkness descends,
firelight dwindles, reduced to coals
that crackle no more.
Eyes closed, ears open,
experience the nothing,
savor the all.
Drifting off to sleep.
Copyright © 2007, Steven L. Sheffield
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If you’ve lived back east, then you know how great the sounds and smells are of the fall trees.