Country Crossing

Country Crossing
Poetry of Thomas Martin



Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Eye of the Storm

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
straightens


Published Haibun Today (2008)

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