Haiku 1 Poem by ed purchla

Dusk(gloam) feathers* the sky,
Petals bloom under its touch,
Soft stars shyly peek.
















*Feathers, down, flutter, drift.
A gossamer veil, shining crystalline white,
Smothered in foxfire, ice.
Dusk carries the display, feathering a
Flaming, crimson, burgundy, orange, and raw umber,
Spectrum of energy.
Flowers that petal a smooth touch that,
Akin to carmine, rich in flowing blood,
Open up growing depths of life,
Pulsating.
Like that of a mosaic of black and blue features,
Feathers of a graying, brown, tinged,
Hawk, bearing a red tail.
Observe it circling above,
Flush with sandstone wall,
Powdered, blowing in the wind.
Weathering 'neath the moon,
Half in phase, deepest craters,
Glowing, vibrant, luminescence,
Orange, pale, bursting;
Fluttering, Fluttering,
Fluttering.