May 15, 2018

Haiku by David Gross

morning mist
overgrown graveyard--
hovering stone angels


each spring
closer to the grave...
wild bergamot


heartwood
      the dark rings
a rainy season


abandoned pasture
          so full
     of moonlight


end of summer
       foxtail grown tall
              through bicycle spokes


barren wind
stirs dust-devils--
scent of distant rain






David Gross lives near the Shawnee National Forest in the hills of southern Illinois. He is the author of five chapbooks, the most recent, Little Egypt, was published by Flutter Press in 2017. He has poetry in Big Muddy, Blue Collar Review, Common Ground Review, Lilliput Review, The Cape Rock and Snowy Egret.

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