Haiku

Jeanne Powell

			       I
		  twin towers blasted
		  from that Big Apple skyline
		  innocence has fled

	 II
Afghani winters
for invaders seeking spoils
decades of defeat

			       III
		  a crimson sunset
		  night fires burning til dawn
		  Afghanistan bleeds

	 IV
brilliant red poppies
adorn the freshly turned earth
home is the warrior

			       V
		  wide young eyes harvest
		  grief etched in a widow’s gaze
		  the last full measure