Tuesday, September 9, 2008

somewhere
in the misty fields
manure spreading

4 comments:

Nora said...

Another familiar scene, er smell. :-) Evocative.

Poet in Residence said...

yes, you'll smell it before you see it
the worst smelling manure is from pigs
- fresh country air my dad used to call it when if kids dared complain...
lovely john!

David said...

there is no mention of noise in this haiku, but the poem is full of noise and nose, infact

kouji said...

slick, slick haiku. :)