Tiny buds open,
And then a lovely flower,
Soon a fading hue.
trees swollen with leaves
a red ball low in the sky
crimson foliage
on old sand scrubbed brick
senorita arching high
loves miles of blue sky
The trees are humming,
Like they need to let off steam.
The wind train passes.
I run with the fish
swim with birds and fly with toads
My dreams hold me tight
Damp leaves on slick tar
Gliding bicycle on film
Spinning and spinning
flowers we gathered
dying slowly in vases
they remember dirt
Eternal river
Sculpting the canyon below
Washing time away
Under a half-moon
is a determined cricket
live and in concert
A season of change
Inevitably follows
One leaf in the wind
walking through the park
dewdrops reflect the full moon
winter night in bloom
Summer birds in flight
Ducks and geese go drifting by
Stillness of the lake
the crisp morning air
acrid smell of burning leaves
distant honk of geese
I'm starting over
just like every day does
sunrise, a bird song
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