Haiku Collection Two

 

Haiku Collection Two (

Prairie)

Prairie horizon. 

A thin line across flatness. 

The sky rests on it. 

Distant sweet music. 

Rides the summer prairie wind.

Sweet meadowlark song.

Vast open spaces. 

Sprawling fields of soft grasses. 

Fence lines disappear.

Fat thunder heads rise. 

Gathering dark angry clouds. 

Smelling hints of rain. 

Pothole slough pumper.

Camouflaged in the cattails. 

Calling "ump ump ump".

What is the prairie?

Is it really all the same?

Miles of subtle change. 

Once had sense of place.

My roots have all blown away. 

I still feel it's wind. 

Prairie is memory. 

I once connected in spirit. 

Wishing to go home.