in the blissful rain
baby bird is opening...
Every day
I visit her...
The Four Seasons ( String Haiku)
I...
Rain falls from the sky
It makes a pretty sound...
Shimmering light on dawn's lake
A rising sun of caramel gold...
Amongst these barren hills I sense
A gasping tiny spark...
White water blossoms
ride high atop ocean waves...
I try to see beyond the colours
Which nature often paints...
Forever
Cradled by the steady sea...
Withering days decay in snow,
as trees stand- shattered, torn, and whole...
Andrea aligns herself among-st
rooted beds of pure amazement...
A snowy veil on autumnal seeds
Fends off winter with its life...