Monsters

nocturnal monsters
stalking through restless midnights
to feed upon dreams

Lark

in bright sun flying
her sweet song belies shadows
the lark ascending

Butterfly

the butterfly lands
now even the dead roses
flower once again

Classics

reading old haikus
by long dead Japanese men;
very naughty boys.

The Write Words

I write to exist
whether the words will be read
truly matters not

Two Haiku

the night is watching
with a thousand eyes a flame
each lit by the moon

the day is waiting
tentatively behind dawn
fearful of their fire