Eye Of The Storm (Haibun) Poem by Thomas James Martin

Eye Of The Storm (Haibun)



I was ten when Hurricane Hazel passed over our farm in the
Piedmont of North Carolina. I really wanted to see
that eye. When the wind stopped howling, I rushed out the back door. In the stillness my eyes were
drawn upward.


so still
the weeping willow
straightens

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