Shining bright at dusk
Crescent Moon between tall Pines
Pure yet slender light.
Night of the brow-born virgin:
Athene’s day now begins.
Cool breeze through dry grass
Whispers through rugged valley:
Day’s heat still to come.
While above, through hazy sky,
Orange Sun beats down on Earth.
My understanding is that a traditional haiku, which forms the first three lines of the tanka form used here, should relate to the season(s). Well, here in the Mountain West, it’s fire season.
De profundis, tied to place.
Reaching down to darkness
That nurtures, sustains, gives life.