*Hosting for Basho's Ghost and Troll this week*
Today I walked back from the mountain in late afternoon. The heavy clouds churned and moved like film sped up, and every so often, a glimpse of crisp deep blue. The wind was so strong I felt like Auntie Em calling for the dogs and searching the horizon.
The last open sky I saw contained a crescent moon: faint because it faded in the sunset. It hung in the sky with tremendous weight, its arc like a bowl tilted north. Then it was gone.
the sun beneath your waxing
beignets and chicory fill
french quarter morning
From Master Basho's blog:
The winning haiku will be 5-7-5 mora format and appear in the comments section below. Along with the Badge-Of-Great-Honor and other hypothetically fabulous prizes. The winning haiku will be judged by a local and professional poet this week. Your entries will be emailed and one will be selected. Post your entry here or at your own blog. Be sure to link back. A winner will be announced Tuesday. Play on!