Dispensing with fantails and other non-essentials to form a Haiku

 

One last cut, and the tree falls

It crashes through the branches of surrounding trees

And lands with a thud that shakes the ground

Then, there is only a deep silence

And the sound of fantails holding their breath

Now, nothing will ever be the same

 

Or, if you like …

 

Crashing through branches

The tree falls, then deep silence

Nothing is the same

 

First published in Poetry NZ Number 41, 2010