Under the Oak

09 Nov

In a shade of oak
I whisper secrets to Sun.
Universe, the old spy.


U hladu hrasta
šapućem tajne Suncu.
Svemir, stari špijun.

Linked to Carpe Diem Special #116, Tomas Tranströmer’s “and the frigid sea”


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8 responses to “Under the Oak

  1. Traces of the Soul

    10/11/2014 at 12:57 am

    Bringing all the elements to life in this haiku…lovely!


  2. Dolores Fegan

    10/11/2014 at 5:25 am

    Very nice!


  3. Mark M. Redfearn

    10/11/2014 at 12:00 pm

    Don’t you just hate it when someone is listening to your whispered secrets?

    Oak Trees and the Moon


  4. magicalmysticalteacher

    10/11/2014 at 3:36 pm

    Maybe one should never whisper secrets…

    Dead Trees & No Moon


  5. Blake

    10/11/2014 at 8:55 pm

    I like the idea of the universe as an “old spy” – it’s an eerie image, but with a hint of sadness too


  6. janicead

    11/11/2014 at 12:56 am

    Agree with Blake.


  7. Chèvrefeuille

    11/11/2014 at 4:48 am

    Whispering secrets …. don’t let the world hear them … 🙂


  8. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)

    11/11/2014 at 8:47 pm

    That dark cold spy up above.. a very good thought.



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