in snake shapes
wind-blown snow crosses the path
behind the sidhe
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This poem was written in response to Carpe Diem #1380 present life, 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 John Lee Hooker –
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Beautiful imagery – sensuous slithering. And thanks for ‘sidhe’ – had to look those up so have learnt something too 🙂
Thanks, Sarah Ann – it’s a good word, isn’t it? And nice to think, as you watch the wind rustling the leaves, that the sidhe are passing by 🙂
Nice haiku Blake. I love the sidhe …
Thanks, Chèvrefeuille. I always loved the idea of the sidhe, it seems so friendly to view the wind as fairy folk passing by…