Red Morning Haiku
White sun rises late.
Weak wind lifts the finest dust.
Breath quickens with ease.
Red Noon Haiku
Canyons flood with light.
Cold mist boils free from ice.
Slow sweat runs unchecked.
Red Evening Haiku
Craters pool their shade.
Dead titans resist the night.
Plans make room for dreams.
Red Night Haiku
Stars gaze steadily.
The sons of War fly unleashed.
Tired hands caress.
I think it's easier to translate the value of a place when it's described by an artistic tradition. So, adding to the body of art concerning Mars can only help us all appreciate the beauty possible on a new world. To that end, I've begun a "Red Sol" poetry section beginning with this post.
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