A New Place Of Exile

Richard Hutton

Category: Three-Line Poems (Assorted)

Echoes From A Winter Grove

Summer heat.
Crickets chirrup
Across the path.

Evening cool.
The great lake
Is still.

Rain clouds
In the distance;
A crow flying overhead.

An Autumn eve.
Across the way,
The smell of honeysuckle.

Autumn day.
The small birds
Live in the higher branches.

An autumn eve:
The stray dog has found
Something to eat.

Autumn wind:
The waves reach above
The moorhen’s chest.

Autumn morn:
The young coots
Stray too far.

Autumn wind:
Even in the best light
It is cold.

Autumn day:
In a world of many colours,
The sound of the wind.

Autumn rain:
The spider is
Cold and alone.

Chill wind;
The squirrel scratches at
The fleabite.

Winter night:
The moon is silent
In the lake.

Snow falling slowly;
The dog
Looking tired.

A charcoal brazier –
The snow has no desire
For this world.

Three-Line Poems (Assorted)

The street preacher –
A lot of nonsense;
But the spring day.

Were it spiced,
It would be my snow,
Their snow.

Bitter cold;
A bit of a shiver
From the moon.

Bitter cold.
My hands are
The dwelling place of winter.

Bitter cold;
Frost is crushing
The chickweed.

Bitter cold;
The fox
Darts across the snow.

Bitter cold!
Even frost upon
The stars.

Bitter cold.
A slight wind;
The winter moon.

Evening chill;
The moon treads upon
The lake.

Hail falling;
The goose washes himself
Amidst the ice.

Hail falling;
The wife of the goose
Shaking her head.

Spring approaching.
Eating alone
The old man.

Lengthening days.
The voices of
The earthworm chorus.

The battle is over:
The winter wind
Has felled the old tree.

Autumn night.
The spider has had
No luck today.

The sound of the wind
Now and then;
The bright autumn moon.

Summer is over;
The hawk has made
A fresh kill.

Autumn dusk;
All is quiet;
The beating heart of the mouse.

Summer wind.
The flower awaits
The bee.

A winter night.
The spider –
It waited in vain.

Bitter cold!
The frosty leaves
Crackle – snap!

Evening cool.
The wind drifts through
The graveyard.