Category Archives: Haiku

Cold lips on closed eyes,

Winter ends with a Spring rise.

As mountains to skies.



Sat in standing pool,

unsure of three depths below.

Leaping through waves.

Upward turns gaze,

floor of seven parts above.

Where flying things go.

Eyes hold unfilled hours,

heavy dreams without sleep.

A heart unguarded. 

Dry is the dreaming,

from me too far you’re sleeping.

The touch too fleeting. 

Close Enough

Give me your word

and I’ll return to you three, 

not one holds pity. 

Why the languid steps,

when arms are lifted like wings

using chains for strings. 

Winter looks to Spring;

darkness changing noon to night,

stretches out to light.