the pasture sprawls:
once dull & docile cows
now have feral eyes.
Feral [Haiku]
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Spring’s arrival
brings lush, green grass;
livestock keeps it trim.
I'm going out to clean the pasture spring;
I'll only stop to rake the leaves away
(And wait to watch the water clear, I may):
I sha'n't be gone long. -- You come too.
I'm going out to fetch the little calf
That's standing by the mother. It's so young,
It totters when she licks it with her tongue.
I sha'n't be gone long. -- You come too.
Stony & Frozen:
and yet there's something
the mind loves about
snowcapped mountains.
Something calming --
Maybe it's their stillness.
Maybe it's a nature sync.
Maybe it's that one is in
a green pasture with a
pleasant breeze and
sun warming one's face
as one looks upon those
harsh and barren lands.
Maybe it's awe at the proximity
of the inhospitable -- the uninhabitable --
lands, lands that seem so close
to one's idyllically habitable lands.
(If owing more to their grandiosity
than true proximity.)




cattle graze,
in an alpine meadow,
under giant pines.