Haikus for lonely New England

1
Winter in Maine is
a butterfly in stasis
preparing for life.

2
Once, the elms were here,
the great walnuts and chestnuts;
time, it took them all.

3
In the old man’s field
the birches, pines and maples
drove out all the cows.

4
The typewriter sings
in the middle of the woods;
the writer’s gone home.

5
On the summits of
the old Appalachians, a
raven will greet you.

6
A few forgotten
streams can inspire one to
imagine, wonder, go.

7
Atop Great Mountain,
challenged by thunderer,
you will find yourself.

8
Crow travels among
valleys and people; here,
there, home is everywhere.

9
The darkness settles,
the candles are lit, the storm
closes the shutters.

10
Harvest rushes in.
Corn, squash, oats, blueberries, all
people are merry.

11
An empty quarry,
a raven’s nest, rocky path,
New England, my temple.

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