A Few Haiku


Hidden crevasses

Secret journeys of water

Split rock into shards

Spring is Coming

sunrise in pink sky

ebbing frost on dormant grass

a winter morning

December Dreams

Spring-scented hay weed

bees buzz nectar-filled blossoms

warm visions are dreams


aeolian strength

carries broken sediment

time allied with age


twilit melody

fireflies create softer moods

lulled by sweet nocturnes