Haiku uptu March 22

With one touch of life
There's a blooming of flowers
Time renews itself

Garden paths covered
With white blossoms from a vine
Air is soft and warm...

.One by one by one
White petals drift to the ground
From a spring green tree...

Older than the hills
Younger than a cloud in June
That's what springtime is...

On blue sky with frost
White clouds etched invitation...
Goldenrods set sail

An ocean island
Once lived, died and was buried
Apple green like glass

Shadows of winter
Pass through between fall and spring
t's not cold today...

Clouds float wetly down
Dropping water on the deck
Along with brown leaves

Salty salt of earth
Sprinkled sparsely into eggs
Reaching out for more...

Ceiling fan turning
Like a tropical movie
Winter's not summer

Apple dish apples
Robert Frost gathered today
Baked into a pie

Take care in writing
Since stories always come true
Sooner or later

Sooner or later
Like seeds cast upon the earth
They bring forth harvest

Moonbeams passing through
Night's web woven across paths
Mosquitoes are caught

Change comes creepingly;
Softly, subtle like gray mist
Rising from rivers

Change comes crashing down
Into sweltering summer days
Bolting from the sky

Today dreamed a dream
That it was in yesterday
Today's tomorrow

Drizzle rainfall dark
Evening clouds hide floating moon
Today breaks clearly

Mind so clear, so Real
Where nothing can ever be
Yet where all is made

subtle shadows fall
upon bricks of backyard floor
clouds gathering rain

forests tall and green
forming patterns light and dark
never two the same

Icy ice on trees
A sight almost never seen
In land of sunshine

In the cold darkness
these winter flowers prepared
for first day of spring

standing here I see
spiraling leaf fall smoothly
,settle down to earth

Out of avalanche
See white light of cold mountain
In the nick of time

This happens daily
when I walk around the pond
my little dog barks

little lizard green
looking for something to eat
we are together

nothing is a thing
freedom is only a word
wait a moment. now.

an infinite point
potential for anything
always free to be

Freedom in lightness
also in dark of night times
free in the moment

magpies chatter high
treetops host them for an hour
peace and quiet returns

out in the swampland
where tall, tall tulip trees grow
moon is bright at top

smell the spring-plowed earth
prepared for planting the seeds
of our daily bread

tiny pebbles smooth,
covering bottom of creek-
made of time and tide

Fog softens garden
paths lead footsteps into mist
tulips bathe in dew

Morning Sun scatters
golden droplets of itself
upon sea and sand

Moon in well reflect
deepness of silence within
secret is revealed

feathery soft dark
shades of night fall swiftly down
moon rise to treetop

A rain in the night
dripping, dripping, dripping in
through leaky rooftop

Seeds drying in sun
saving the turtle's future
for another day

footprints in wet sand
beside frothy surf waters
swallowed by in-tide

late afternoon sun
turning golden light on world
making all things rich

. splashing through puddles
little basho's laugh delights
future poets learn

Locust on Pinetree
A setting sun watches you
crawl out of your shell

earth is moistly warm
air of spring full of promise
tomorrow will grow

delicate wings move
lightly upon the morning
night sky fly away

misty blue distance
shadowy forms taking shape
light dawns silently

Mountain tops rise high
Clouds wrap crests in scarves of mist
Seekers scale the heights

Huge red orb of Sol
Sinking slowly into sea
Sails are quietly furled

Path winding ahead
What will be around next turn?
destiny awaits

Brown pine straw falling
all over dry forest floor
lightning strikes the fire

myriad pathways
zigzag all over the earth
many intersect

The world is waiting
For sunrise to light the sky
Rosy fingered dawn

little bird sleeping
safe in vee of limb and tree
spring rain falls wetly

Tall and willowy
ending in the wind of spring
budding tender leaves

little lark singing,
as "rosy fingered dawn" breaks
sing hymns to heaven!

My kitchen clock birds
A christmas gift from sweet hearts
sing upon the hour

Little fish in bowl
swimming around and around
pour self in river

I knit one, purl two
weaving a warm shawl for you
because I love you

candles softly glow
from their place upon the shelf
shedding warmth and light