Haiku
Compass pointing south,
I migrate, follow the sun,
But my heart looks north.
Haiku
Chopping winter wood
The eye of a fire is blue
The colour of yours
Haiku
At twilight,
I shot a blackbird
Night fell down.
AucklandPoetry.com presents Poet Resident JAN OSKAR HANSEN on http://OSKAR.AUCKLANDPOETRY.COM
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
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