The Crags Bluer


the crags bluer

under clouds where an old herdsman

hears the yak horns clack


This poem was written in response to Carpe Diem #1204 Yaks (an other reprise), another great prompt from Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai. All of the poems in the link-up can be read here. And to finish, here’s Death –