Aidan Castle
Lines
Overcast again. Fine mist emitting a lone gull, then a crow. On my walk I notice everything and nothing. There’s tonic in the way moss covers the trees and grows up through cracks in the sidewalk. That gray truck is still parked under the low-hanging evergreen. Cocooned. No signs of life. But maybe.
tattoo of rain— a tall boy becoming the butterfly
About the Author
Aidan Castle’s poems have recently appeared in whiptail, first frost, Kingfisher, Wales Haiku Journal, and Heliosparrow. When not writing, he enjoys drawing, painting, playing board games, and taking long walks in the fog. Aidan lives and loves in the Pacific Northwest.
Thank you for this evocative sensory observation of our Northwest, Aidan!
I’m hoping you were able to catch Richard Tice’s Haibun Workshop today sponsored by Yuki Teiki. If not, you may want to talk with him about some of his ideas about Japanese Haibun based on his research. His presentation was amazing, very beautiful, compositionally helpful and inspiring.
-Dorothy Avery Matthews