the rustling leaves
in tune with summer’s silver
bells
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This poem was written in response to Carpe Diem #763 outdoor concerts, another great prompt hosted by Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai. All of the poems in the link-up can be read here. And, to finish, here’s Roxy Music –
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“Summer’s silver” — the line break emphasizes the leaves’ pale undersides beautifully — with a bit of tension too (in the “bells” alone at the end). Nicely done, Blake 🙂
Of course, your analysis is spot – the wind rustling the leaves exposed the silvery undersides 🙂
I wasn’t quite sure if ‘summer’s silver’ was maybe a bit overwritten, though…
No, I wouldn’t say so — I think it worked very well. It created a very vivid image 🙂