Friday, November 12, 2010

Empty house

With every whip of wind
the tree's old leaves fall one by one

The naked branches that remain
flail futilely against the sky

Boisterous children''s laughter echoes
in the now empty house.

In my book,
Rustle of bamboo leaves
but originally published in World Haiku Review, Vol. 1, Issue 3, Nov. 2001.


izzy said...

Makes me think of a beach house at the end of the season- thanks!

Vic Gendrano said...

Thanks for your visit and kind words. This was inspired by my moving out of our place after the passing of my wife. I had to sell the house and bought another one in a different city where I am now.