Sunday, July 19, 2009

Lorraine Ellis Harr

After the crickets stop
evening silence grows
louder and louder

The Red Barn, 45

Dragonflies—
Even if I could catch one
—I wouldn’t.

Tombo, 34

A dragonfly touches down
Leaves a few circles growing
In the water …

Tombo, 27

Winter moonlight;
Between the house and the barn
the untracked snow.

Snowflakes, 17

Burnt-out beach fire;
Rinds of a watermelon
among the ashes.

A Flight of Herons, 30