Thursday, August 9, 2007

Haiku: Evening


Fire smoke alights,
owls screech, children flash lights.
Night falls in campground.

Brilliant pink appears,
then is swallowed bit by bit.
Black with pinholes reigns.

[Thanks, as always, to One Deep Breath for prompting me to poetry. Read the offerings of others by clicking here.]


2 comments:

Sian said...

Really atmospheric, can smell the smoke...

Crafty Green Poet said...

certainly atmospheric - specially with the owl screech...

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