by Gordon Prickett
From water's edge I see a bass jump.
Somewhere along the bank a mallard calls.
Fog rises in the shallows.
Across the lake mist turns rose and blue.
Straight out from shore a loon surfaces,
calls like a bugler and dives.
Again on the surface he laughs over and over.
Fish splash near shore as the sun barely rises
above trees to color the far shore green.
Gordon Prickett August 1996
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Superior Haiku by Gordon Prickett
In Mid April I found myself in Duluth at the Lift Bridge Canal with a break between the Annual Mining Symposium and its closing banquet at the posh Kitchigami Club on Superior Street. The sky was clear. The lake the deepest blue. Even with water temperature at freezing, the lake walk was enjoyable. No camera, but I found a pencil.
SUPERIOR HAIKU
lift bridge canal ice
floating melting in the sun
sparkling white mid April
Duluth clear blue sky
natives run walk sit and smile
gulls announce their day
Now to return to Aitkin County, where lake ice is rapidly melting, and nearby loons are watching for their waterways.
SUPERIOR HAIKU
lift bridge canal ice
floating melting in the sun
sparkling white mid April
Duluth clear blue sky
natives run walk sit and smile
gulls announce their day
Now to return to Aitkin County, where lake ice is rapidly melting, and nearby loons are watching for their waterways.
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