Feb 15, 2009 | Haiku, Poetry |
Silver winter sungetting ready now to set,glorious pale bird
Feb 15, 2009 | Haiku, Poetry |
Today wears a hat of varied and subtle grays,clouded as am I
Feb 15, 2009 | Haiku, Poetry |
Words are swinging doorsthat lead into and out ofdisappearing dreams
Feb 15, 2009 | Haiku, Poetry |
Sunlight on my handthat has blue rivers runningbeneath the pink skin
Feb 15, 2009 | Haiku, Poetry |
I’m the only wayI know – I must travel iteven when I’m lost
Feb 15, 2009 | Haiku, Poetry |
I love how stumps rot,each becoming cathedralof its own demise
