the caves of the moon
hide the secrets of the sun
where lizards gather
Unseen
Tag: Haiku
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.
