Pastel skies of
Lavender, pink and tangerine
paint the morning.
the great divide
My ears warm to
the sweet sounds of Spring as
songbirds return.
haiku on spring
Concrete Trestle
The butterfly
believes it’s flying, still trapp’d
in its cocoon
haiku on self-deception
minimal
Autumn paths remain
buried as Antigone’s wind shakes
the leaves from the trees.
haiku on Autumn
two sides
An old man stands,
only holes for his pockets,
begging for more.
haiku on poverty
Water In The Sky
Tree Lichen
Pattern In Ice
SPEAKING IN TONGUES
(based on 1 Corinthians 13:1 NIV)
“blah blah blah
blah blah blah blah blah
blah blah blahblah,
blah blah blah blah blah,
blah blah blahblah blah
blahblah blah blah
blah blahblah blahblah.”
So,
blah!
Speaking in Tongues
A Killing Frost
One last lonely leaf
Fragile, ravaged by Winter
Barely hanging on
haiku end of Winter
Marshlands
Morning horizon
Bright red, like rush hour brake lights
Warning in the sky
haiku on morning drive time
Underpass In Silence
We’re On A Road To Nowhere
Forgotten Windows
Night Rain
Splashes and Rivulets.
The rain dances then flows
washing, cleansing the
streets and sidewalks
by lamplight
while the city sleeps.
The sins of Winter
washed into the gutter and
time moves slowly.
I stare impatient
by the window
waiting for repentant Spring.
Night Rain
Frosted Sunrise Fence Row
Frosted Morning
Dawn Tree
Headless
Composing Dawn
Winter Weepers
Trees
Stand Alone
Tree Fence
