The hazel dormouse
is in danger small countries
made big beautiful
Who is the sanest
bubble ideas petition
start a fundraiser?
Translating fine words
made of plastic takes lifetimes
drowning in white lies
COP Out 26
Tag: Haiku
Unseen
the caves of the moon
hide the secrets of the sun
where lizards gather
Another Year
December morning
slices sky through my opening
death in slow motion
From My Window
Frosted mountain wings
ripple across horizons
silver winter clings.
Soul Mates
Kindred spirits meet
in the blue of winter moon
and darkness retreats.
The Fallen
Beauty lies frozen
soft at my closed opening
feathers upturn sky
Such a sad morning to find this poor, wee robin by my door. Much as I understand death is inevitable for all creatures, I sometimes find it hard to take. The image of this bird has haunted me all day.
The Purple Hermit 