Thursday, August 21, 2008

Thomas James Martin: EYE OF THE STORM

I was ten when Hurricane Hazel passed over our farm in the Piedmont. I really wanted to see that eye. When the wind stopped howling, I rushed out the back door. In the stillness my eyes were drawn upward.

so quiet
the weeping willow
by Thomas James Martin
Beaverton, Oregon

1 comment:

Crafty Green Poet said...

this is beautiful, the haiku a perfect way to end the scene.