Haiku – September 27

standing here hill still

stalked by a premonition

of movement to come

 

 

David Trudel   ©  2013

 

 

Still

Still

That’s the way it felt just now

Standing on my front porch

Nothing moved

The street was quiet

Pools of amber light were untrammeled

By skittish deer or sway hipped raccoons

No dog walkers either

Low clouds muffle the night

Nothing moves

Except lightwaves and the wind

 

 

David Trudel   ©  2013