Thomas Martin Poet Haibun

Eye of the Storm

I was ten when Hurricane Hazel passed over our farm in the Piedmont of North Carolina with gusts exceeding 100mph. I really wanted to see that eye.  On the pretext of needing to check my weather station, I waited for the wind to stop howling and  rushed out the back door. 

In the stillness my eyes were drawn upward.

so still
the weeping willow
straightens 

First published in Contemporary Haibun Online.

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Cona Adams April 1, 2015 at 10:47 AM I love this, Thomas. What a beautiful exit line. Great imagery.

Jaycee Cervenka March 23, 2015 at 7:31 PM Hurricanes are a powerful force. I'm inland enough that we don't get many eyes, but I won't forget the ones I've been through. Thanks for the memory recall. ~jan