Dark, towering clouds
Afternoon showers bathe trees
New puddles for frogs
Stubs of brown corn stalks.
Songbirds silently wend south.
Clouds lower the sky.
silence stills the lake
dragonflies reflect rainbows
lightly on paper wings
waiting for the post
the sun preening like a bird
fourth tuesday of june
Gold floods morning sky.
Black night sheds star-swept lining.
Onward comes the day.
Air after rain hangs
Silent. Fawn-spotted birches
Stretch, spindly, to sky.
lake frozen over
a falling leaf lands gently
ice cracks like lightning
Silence created
By pine needles underfoot
Softens the forest
fresh washed sheets, sun-dried
crisp and summer-breeze scented
promise serene dreams
pair of cardinals
eating green holly berries
wet with morning rain
silver crescent moon
a beacon of summer night
dancing on water
shafts of moonlight pierce
trembling leaves on scarred limbs
the darkness falters
sitting on the shore
while I am fully present
the river flows by
A long valley road
Curves under sycamore trees
Branches block the path
mountain cathedrals
thrust to the sky praising God
while I stand in awe
Meadow of candles
on a placid moonlit night
fireflies resting.
light touches the leaves
the calm caress of sunshine
brief eternal friends
present this moment
sun slips across horizon
I stand and wonder
We meet in these words;
we make a broken haiku.
A jumping river.
Two tall cedar trees,
a footpath in two inches.
Family picnic.
the first day of spring
arrives in a rush of rain
singing birds gather
emerald garden
water, lush moss and ferns thrive
revitalizing
Fall moon cold and bright
Cherry trees drop lonesome leaves -
What mountain hides you?
steaming amber brew
pursed lips blow gently cooling
hold north wind at bay
hot wind blowing sand
ravenous tsetse fly hunts
sad day only bones
cold and lonely sound
the wind soughing through the pines
snow begins to fall
Rustling leaves whisper
Exposes hidden silence
Moon appears to smile
Rain spatters the roof,
Red Wings whistle in the field
signaling, return.
Palm trees, fruit cocktails,
Sunglasses like black candy,
Tropical party.
butterfly white moon
galaxies waltzing in time
a loon breaks silence
vibrant flowers bloom
opalescent wings flutter
feeding on nectar
boats beside the lake
craving the feel of water
on their dry bellies
Ironed starched snow glaze
Paw-print pockmarks bespeak breath
Crisp exhalations
raindrops tap the leaves
sounding a cosmic rhythm-
worms rise to listen
on the pond, heron
knee-deep in silver shallows
spears a flash of gold
flurries of soft snow
pirouetting gently down
to silent applause