A Haiku
Soft gold penetratesChilly gale caress last greensO! Apricity
An American Haiku
a grey winter — the oak leaf danceswith the wind
I’m trying to speak,But my red lips…
Trees flocked with whiteHeavy, hanging branchesWinter comes for rest and celebration
Awash a day keeps the rust away!
Haiku
Free falling stars streakAcross the winter sky whileFlames dance in the dark