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

butterfly (Spring haiku)

fills the alleyway
butterfly dawn

Saturday, April 6, 2013

Spring haiku

between long shadows
Spring morning

tree shadows stretch
into the light
Spring day