Sunday, January 22, 2012

POEM: Day Seven

Evening cool settled on the warm world
Flowers' fragrance rising in the fog
Cicadas playing their first night's song.

The Artist sat back from his canvas, well-satisfied
Angels craned their necks for a better look and then
Covered their glowing eyes with wings and shouted praise
Tuning ten-million voices to the wheeling stars.

God blessed the seventh day with rest and holiness,
Silence and seeking, a day to lay on the chest of God and breathe.
Creation was all done and just begun.


  1. A haiku for you based on advertisements for Flight of the Gibbon in Chiang Mai:

    Creepy tiger eyes
    Follow wherever I go
    Burn into my soul

  2. I like it very much! I imagine that Chenglish signs across Asia could inspire some very unique haiku.....