The rain laughs and plays like crickets jumping puddles, happy in the storm.Read more "Rain Crickets"
Nice to be wanted, but I have to draw the line at needles with wings.Read more "Mosquitos"
industrious bee searching for that last flower as the sun goes downRead more "Bee Haiku"
For all their glory words can be but feeble things when they have no soul.Read more "Words Haiku"
My singular hope the fiery rebuke of God nailed on Innocence.Read more "My Singular Hope"
Each day unfolds more leaves squinting in the sunshine welcome, newborn life!Read more "Springtime Haiku"
Words and music played. Through them, yet still suspended, hung the breath of life. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –Read more "Conduit"
Creaking with the cold: groaning, sugar-sprinkled pond. Highway for a squirrel. – Plunks of sky break glass. Tiny ringlets: small, then large. Spirals in a pond. – Water flees away! Restless waves reverberate. The tire swing sways. – Whirling with the wind, ghostly whisks of red and brown mirrored in the glass – – – […]Read more "Seasons: Four Haiku"
The stag turns and snorts, Stamps his seal on autumn earth, Sensing unseen foes. ____ Indistinct, wraith-like shimmers— greens, and blue above. Nothing moves. —- The hiker freezes, breathlessly searching the deer. Patient as winter. —- Brown like the wild grass. Alert, head cocked. Stately in fright. —- The deer lifts its nose— the spring […]Read more "Face-Off"