Haphazard Haiku pt2: We've moved to Maine
Looking north from the farm
It’s true! I’m spending the rest of August here in beautiful coastal Maine on a wild blueberry picking crew! Living out of my tent, without dearest Willa (she is happily with my folks in NY at the moment, do not fret!), or reliable internet (first world problems, am I right?). I will work on a comprehensive post about this move and the creative projects I’ve been working on ( a podcast! Pleinair studies!), but for now, hopping on my phone’s mobile data, are the next batch of my #100daysofhaiku challenge, shared out of order and possibly missing one or two, oops!
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A sea-fresh breeze picks up
to lilt over parking lots
weed bright in deep breathes
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Clear water tumbles
over stones mica-ed and golden
burbles in stead of birds
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Strings of coiled shells
grace the gentle curves
of an ocean line
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Leafpelt chitters as a
lone hare lopes over
fallen birch branches
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Pregnant moon rises
grazing tree tops
a pink veiled dusk
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Tarped floor moves in the night,
Day break- it is but a vole
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As always right now I am sharing this in a rough, unedited form- from brain to pen to page. Later the best will be polished up a bit and shared in a zine.
Until then next batch of poems, you can find me on Instagram @the.stellarium or now on twitter @brina-lucileee where I share silly bits and bobs of life as a mullet-ed blueberry picking cryptid loose in the world! Honestly it’s a great place to see day to day haikus and Pleinair studies, actual proper post coming soon!
Till next time, Sabrina
