Feral “Haiku”

here in the forest

an eternity chimes

watching dragon flies

 

red blood on the snow

here a rabbit meets Charon

and a cat, rows the boat

 

a Peregrine of pedigree

hovers above the hedges

its gaze, pierces

 

by St Agnes’ fountain

gathering wood and

gnarled by the winter wind

 

in the furrows of a field

the wrinkles in a brow;

a sage contemplates

 

fresh bulbs penetrate

yearning satisfaction,

vibrant yellow soon, dazzles

 

the massive aged oak

holds out its spinnaker

despite all the gales

 

life and death

measure all the scales

softly shed from heaven

 

fresh spoor on a path

and a broken twig,

Hern the hunter, calls