Country Crossing

Country Crossing
Poetry of Thomas Martin

Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Haibun - 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

Published 2008 in Haibun Today

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