Tuesday, April 23, 2013

The Attic Chest

Winter winds the darkness
into the attic chest,
her cold bosom wrinkles
like a wind-blown river.
Wet snow sparkles
from tiny crevices,
trickles gently
like a mountain stream.

Autumn leaves coil
like a dancers ringlets
they twist and spin
like angel feathers,

I grasp the last one on the wind.                      


Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Wildflowers ( Haiku)

wildflower meadows --
the call of a lark
pipes the air


wildflower meadows --
memories of summers
young


butterfly (Spring haiku)

sunlight
fills the alleyway
butterfly dawn


Saturday, April 6, 2013

Spring haiku


walking
between long shadows
Spring morning

tree shadows stretch
into the light
Spring day