A Few Haiku

Melt

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

Erosion

aeolian strength

carries broken sediment

time allied with age

Concerts

twilit melody

fireflies create softer moods

lulled by sweet nocturnes