on the riverbank
a small vole searches for food
overhead, a hawk
SOUL OF THE
WILDERNESS
the
haunting call of a loon
echoes
across a mountain lake
its
mournful sound
penetrates
encroaching dusk
night
crickets begin a monotone song
competing
with gentle repetitious whispers
of lapping
waves gently hitting pebbles
and marsh
grasses at the shore
again - the
loon chucks and calls
into silence
the cry falls away
waiting -
waiting
for a reply
linking with
Rebecca at Haiku my Heart
Many blessings to you
🥰
So good to be back here with you, Judie! Sometimes... I feel like I'm the hawk and other days... the vole... both searching. I hear the cry of the loon and feel the ache in my heart. Thank you for these gifts.
ReplyDelete"...echoes across a mountain lake..." I like that image; perfect timing with my mood for something dark, late, gentle, moderately cold.
ReplyDeleteNature provides me with solace and heart balm. As your work does.
ReplyDeleteYou painted a perfect picture today, with your haiku.
ReplyDeleteWay of nature expressed so divinely ~ Xo
ReplyDeleteLiving in the moment,
A ShutterBug Explores,
aka (A Creative Harbor)
Your beautiful poems are stirring and contemplative. Thanks for dropping by my blog today
ReplyDeleteMuch💜love
Your haiku reads like a thriller... love it!
ReplyDeleteMind blowing post
ReplyDeleteBoth creatures are hungry, but which one will leave this scene satisfied? I love the tension built up in this haiku.
ReplyDeleteRun for cover vole
ReplyDeleteThe hawk overhead now knows...
Hide yourself quickly
Awesome haiku Anni!
DeleteLovely words on your post here.
ReplyDeleteAll the best Jan
Run little vole!
ReplyDeleteI love your writing of the loon! You are so brilliant with your words! JC, thanks for the comment about "Soul Crow Cards"! Yeh, for you being double vaxed! Big Hugs!!!
Hunters usually get what they're after. Run, vole, run!
ReplyDeletei miss you and your loving heart when you are away! it's been a week of challenges which have for the moment found the calm of this new morning. a quiet welcome rain before the light of day and now a choir of birds singing their gratitude. my heart is always grateful for you!
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