David Smalling Poet Haiku

The Prognostics

A black cloud bleating
Over a trembling tree top
Calls swallows to play.
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Wet thunder drums light
On the sizzled skin of air
My lungs beat like wings
               3
This is September
Neptune's children play with glee
On earth's anxiety
               4
Africa's revenge 
Is full of hot air driving
The sea to black rage
               5
The winds come dancing
The funeral song of trees
Silenced in the clouds
               6
The storm turns its eye
Into the sun's white vortex
And shed some black tears
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A lone swallow flies
Skipping spindles of loud rain
Etched upon my eyes.

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Poet Destroyer A September 23, 2010 at 1:02 PM Lots of deep haiku, the image of nature in your eye's and the eyes of nature are both a powerful meaning enjoyed your poem,..p.d.