Haiku for my Father

Branches arch and curl
Grey path vanishes into green,
Soft petals hide sharp thorns.

Wide, brown river drifts.
A silent heron flies up,
Narrow footbridge sways.

Foaming water falls,
Silver salmon leaps the caul,
Splash in a deep pool.

Sky darkens with cloud,
Black cows sit, backs to the wind,
Cold rain on my cheeks.


Now as elusive as the brown trout
Hiding in the deep pools
A sense of essence.

I feel you at my side as I walk
I turn to speak
The dark river bends away.



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