Ripples of stream water glides
Polished stones glisten
Workers wormed their way
Crowded highway jammed with cars
Back from the rat race
Extending its reach
A cicada needs only
sing sweet melody
Birds returned to roost
Sky darkened night life begins
Can the city sleep?
Wonderful expressions here Hank. A joy to read.
ReplyDeletethe city never sleeps...always someone going somewhere...the country though has its own nightlife that never sleeps...but that is more critters
ReplyDeleteThe photo and the first stanza remind me that secluded or just untouched areas in nature offer so much rest from my daily busy life. Thanks for the reminder.
ReplyDeleteCities never do, always something on the go. But I'll take the slow over the rat race
ReplyDeleteStones polished by stream water - I don't think there is a lovelier more iconic image for peaceful rest. Good one, Hank.
ReplyDeleteI don't think the city can sleep, not with those darn cicadas singing ~
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed each of these..felt the stress of back from the rat race..and the peace of ..hazy afternoon. Nice work
ReplyDeleteThat last haiku brought "New York, New York" by Frank Sinatra in mind "the city that never sleeps" ...
ReplyDeleteI live in a quiet area - nature is heard over cars. I find it "fun" to visit a city - look out hotel windows and watch the going's on - loved looking out the 10th story window of a New York City hotel…
ReplyDeleteI rather think that the answer to the question is a resounding no.
ReplyDeleteOnly One Feather
Some people aren't too fond of cicadas!
ReplyDeleteDeparting
Not New York. This beautiful beast keep even the birds awake...
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