train horn wails
we long for the rain
at winter’s end
I am an Australian poet, writer, blogger, psychologist, wife, mother of two children, autism and environmental advocate, and mad animal lover
Gabrielle Bryden, haiku, photo, poem, poetry, train photo
August 28, 2013 at 2:50 pm
YES! It has been such a dry winter – although I am looking forward to some warmth 🙂
August 29, 2013 at 12:05 pm
yes, I always look forward to the warmer weather Carrie 🙂 It hasn’t rained here for months. Thanks for stopping by
August 28, 2013 at 3:10 pm
Looks as dry as around SoCal…we’re waiting for winter rains…enjoyed the poem.
August 29, 2013 at 12:06 pm
yes, you do need the rain – hope those fires in the USA get put out quick smart!
August 28, 2013 at 8:59 pm
Evocative, indeed. One could actually be there, with the combination of words and picture.
August 29, 2013 at 12:07 pm
thanks colonialist 🙂 that’s at the back of our property – love having the train nearby
August 29, 2013 at 6:01 pm
A handy added attraction!
August 28, 2013 at 9:41 pm
Such extremes in this land – floods to drought and back again. There is something poignant about your haiku – the train’s wail conjures all sorts of memories.
August 29, 2013 at 12:09 pm
you’re not kidding – floods in January and now it won’t bloody rain at all ! thanks bb 🙂
August 29, 2013 at 8:19 am
It really does look dry! Nice haiku, and yes, a bit of rain on the South Coast of NSW would be welcome too. X
August 29, 2013 at 12:11 pm
so that’s where you are Staffo 🙂 hope you’re coming back to vote (or postal voting it) – hahaha – we need as many savvy people as possible 😉 and if something terrible happens (as is highly likely) we will need you to play the blues for us for some considerable time
August 29, 2013 at 10:48 pm
We got some rain today. Wish I could share some of our rain.
August 31, 2013 at 2:13 pm
that’s very sweet Aletha – I’m still waiting (could you put some in the post please 😉 )
August 31, 2013 at 6:41 pm
Love that one, Gabrielle, such a mournful sound, huh?
August 31, 2013 at 7:17 pm
thanks Ashley – really depends on the train – some hoots sound pretty cheery – hahaha – but then you get the soulful blurt type thing – took me a while to settle on wail 🙂
September 2, 2013 at 8:54 pm
Ah, of course! I always associate the train horn with that blurt for some reason 🙂
Wail is a perfect word!
September 1, 2013 at 11:44 pm
I like the juxtaposition of images in this one!
September 2, 2013 at 12:03 pm
thanks Juliet 🙂
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