Artchil Daug

Working Buffalo (Haiku) - Poem by Artchil Daug

Crickets signal night
In the pond the frogs croaking
Sound of life resting

Blade of grass caught sight
Air kept still this foreboding
A storm is brewing

Smell of flowers might
Fleet in the wind by morning
The land looks daunting

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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 20, 2012

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