Haiku

above the light fog
breathing in the fresh morning’s
momentary mist

an eagle, prey in claws,
throws me a sidelong glance of
complete indifference

on a silent rock
the green view across the stream
a sandwich in tow

the trail beckons-
a crisp warmth greets me as birds
sing out their welcome

mid-spring snowflakes –
magnolia blossoms
cry for mercy

One final snowball
to toss at winter’s
fading backside

geese flying in
breezily descend
for a water landing

awaking – i find
you entwined deep
within my dreams

deer in the graveyard
pay very little mind to
my ghostly presence

phantom November:
leaves gone, trees barren,
graves – silent.