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