Haiku

deeply dreamt dreams
someday one will just
continue on…

winter blowdown;
how many more
springs remain?

beaks buried blood-deep
vultures pick their dinner clean;
crows linger in line…

wind against the leaves:
clinging to the branch
desperate to survive

a leafless lake view:
time changes – everything! –
now is not always

pickups parked dockside
they smoke, sip coffee, and read
obituaries

The light breezes sigh –
A shower of bright golden leaves
This autumn moment

a rogue wind – the rain
escapes down a path
it cannot see

a deep sea-green lake
dries slowly – at center, your
sparkling reflection