Terry Brewer

(3rd April,1939 / Aldershot, England)

Haiku 3


Tall waving grass
Painting the clear blue sky
Takes my breath away

Time is so slow
And yet, it is so quick
What makes it tick?

Summers gone again
Autumn colors bursting forth
Beauty all around

Sudden dropp of rain
Clinging to the window pane
Slow creeps to the sill

Proud tree just like me
Unbending in the storm
Waits for the challenge

Submitted: Saturday, May 13, 2006
Edited: Saturday, July 24, 2010

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  • Sonny Rainshine (5/13/2006 9:11:00 AM)

    The one about the waving grass 'painting' the sky is terrific. I can picture dried stalks of grass like the hairs on a paint brush making strokes of clouds in the sky. Keep up the good work. I love haiku. (Report) Reply

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