Category: Haiku

Naked. Snow falling.
Blink. The forest is calling.
With bare feet, I step.

In the cold grey days
of Winter, so ominous
The crow caw above

A foggy sunrise
The cat tickles my warm toes
In and out of sleep

He realizes
Her beauty as she puts on
A beige knit sweater

Laughter of children
A blanket of snow and stars
Sledding at twilight

On skis, cold and brisk
A soft crunching underfoot
Echoes in the trees

Droplets are frozen
to golden leaves; the end of
Autumn approaches

Autumn mornings bring
fires of red and orange
across the night sky

Unfortunately,
we were made to survive, and
not to be happy

The grey sky pours down
A small boat is in the bay,
weathering the storm

Silent rain falling
on a thundering engine
A lone train heads North

Playing like children
in the garden, butterflies
of every colour