Haiku’s for You

A gentle breeze turns the leaves away from reaching towards the sun
Late afternoon in a damp field
Where the wheat has gone fallow, wild
No longer a home for grouse or pips waiting to feed on
Hairy heads of barley
The stream’s water slowly moves silt along its bed catching on rocks
With a memory of children playing on the bank
And trout holding their own against the flow
Waiting for flies to land in pools in which they waited
There had been famine hiding within the furrowed land
Moisture rose along the lines of the damp grass tops
A single copse of broken branched trees
Knowing more than nature should have allowed
A lone brave bird called out
There is no answer
Men had once hid among those now silent trees
Waiting
An advancing group of boys didn’t see the sunset
They last looked upon the flash
And felt the burning pain rip through their tunics
Worms are the only thing fed by the fields as fall approaches
Somewhere wolves brought down a doe and her faun
And eat ripped flesh on the bone
The pack will move into the hills to winter
When the wind ceases at sundown
The tree’s leaves will again turn to what sun light that is left