The full moon hovers high above
the darkness of the forest...
Almost reached.
Your tongue slips...
If the azure glow of the ocean
is summers' own liquid crest...
Grace granted in each paw print,
A world of knowledge locked in their eyes...
A silent sentry holds his guard
Deserted by his fellow stars...
Flower power (haiku)
on a summer's day...
Not begging,
for a native dream...
Fair Aurora,
Paints her sky with brush strokes of amethyst...
Smell of Rain
Fresh on the pavement...
The hushed winter dissipates,
and the migrated songbirds...
Red leaves on summer trees
Haiku...
Do not
give me a dream...