Harry Horsman Poet Haibun

A Winter's Song

The brazen wind flows through the naked trees, 
where multitudes of scrawny fingers attached 
to stout limbs conduct the aria.

the trill of the dawn
awakes the sedulity…
a wee tad foisty

With each sunrise a regimental instinct, as the craw of 
the crow delivers the day, when as the lone Bugler 
at his post, reveille resounds upon a torrent stream.

the chill of winter
initiates spiral breath…
fruit rots on the ground

The tempest from the Southern Ocean evokes nakedness
within this place, destroyer of all that was verdant, yet an 
act of kindness, to ready life for spring to live once again.

through the morning mist
air is turning icy blue…
the tide rushes in

 © Harry J Horsman 2022

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Andrea Dietrich July 8, 2022 at 9:18 AM wow, Harry, I thought I was seeing all your poems, but this one sure got past me. BIG belated congrats on the marathon win too. I can see how this descriptive writing was a winner.

Phyllis Babcock June 23, 2022 at 7:54 PM Congratulations on your win with this tribute to winter. love phyl

Beata Agustin June 22, 2022 at 1:35 AM Wow! Congrats! Thanks for sharing this, making me delight virtually and poetically over your winter-gripped muse, since I live in a "Winterless" country. God bless you.

Paul Callus June 21, 2022 at 3:58 AM Winter sings beautifully when its notes come from a seasoned pen, Harry! Congratulations on a fine, merited win. // paul

Mandy Tams The Golden Girl June 20, 2022 at 11:59 PM I get areal sense of winter when I read this, harry xx

Valsa George June 19, 2022 at 10:47 PM Back to your poem with Congratulations on your Marathon win....

Supraja Kannan June 19, 2022 at 6:28 AM Beautiful imagery throughout... Loved the beautiful ending...

Brandy Nicole June 18, 2022 at 7:49 PM Winter takes its place in the cycle of seasons, and the earth sleeps. It is so reassuring to know that Spring brings everything back to life. This is beautiful in every way. Many wonderful blessings to you. :) Hugs, Brandy

Mystic Rose Rose June 18, 2022 at 2:25 PM You have a knack for romanticizing everything beautiful, even winter, my my I love your poetry, gl in the contest Harry.

Susan Ashley June 18, 2022 at 1:17 PM Dear Harry, I return with my heartiest congratulations for your excellent win in Mark's contest with this beautiful poem. Such splendor spills from your golden pen. Warmest wishes, my friend.. ~Susan

Mike Gentile June 18, 2022 at 7:19 AM Harry, what a beautiful, wintery tribute! I see congratulations are in order and I can see why! Excellent! Happy Saturday!!

Connie Marcum Wong June 18, 2022 at 2:53 AM Congratulations Harry. This is lovely! Happy Father’s Day if you are a father. Blessings xxoo

Michael Tor June 17, 2022 at 8:38 PM Congratulations Harry on your win and this magnificent piece of Poetry. God bless you...

Mark Toney June 17, 2022 at 12:59 PM Hi, Harry. Your triple haibun is brilliant, as is your word choice. "... stout limbs conduct the aria." "...the lone Bugler at his post ..." "... destroyer of all that was verdant, yet an act of kindness, to ready life for spring to live once again." The more times I read it, the more I can feel it. Congratulations on your win on Mile 2 of my 2022 Poetry Marathon contest. Mile 3 has already started!

Anne E Sangster - K June 17, 2022 at 8:36 AM I really enjoyed reading this Harry! Your "Winter's Song" evoked crisp, clear imagery in every line. I could even hear that lone bugler playing the morning call. This one goes straight into my faves. Have a wonderful weekend my friend :-)

Heidi Sands June 16, 2022 at 9:45 AM Beautiful poem Harry. I actually miss winter. We are infested with an explosion of caterpillars here, making it difficult to be outside. I also like the distant views I have here in Winter. I hope all is well :)

Valsa George June 16, 2022 at 6:21 AM After winter, the destroyer of verdant life, spring is sent in green livery offering a reawakening to dormant life, as an act of kindness from mother Earth. Beautiful poem, dear friend harry. All the Best!

Evelyn Judy Buehler June 15, 2022 at 10:26 PM A marvelous haibun, alive with vibrant imagery. The first verse is arresting. Good luck in the contest, my friend, Evelyn

Susan Ashley June 15, 2022 at 4:13 PM Dear Harry, my imagination revels in the beauty and sensory delight of your imagery. An exquisite Haibun capturing chilly Nature with your golden pen. Best wishes for a win and warmest wishes for you, my inspiring friend.. ~Susan

Darlene De Beaulieu June 15, 2022 at 11:54 AM Hello Harry, a wonderful winter poem. Good luck in the contest. Enjoy your day my friend.

Vijay Pandit June 15, 2022 at 6:13 AM Beautiful images. Enjoyed the sights and sounds you convey, Harry. Best to you.

Tom Cunningham June 15, 2022 at 4:44 AM I can feel the chill in your verse Harry, good luck in the contest 25 to go. Tom

Victor Buhagiar June 15, 2022 at 1:23 AM Superb song you pull the strings of winter with your imagery. Best for a win.