Already dead tree
provides a safe nesting site...
Wearily little sparks of life flutter
Into the great abyss - chasing away...
The sunset warning
to which i heed...
Flower power (haiku)
on a summer's day...
Those many hours
spent staring out the window...
Her Garden at 6:00 am.
Wafted by the breeze...
I will ask you no more.
An answer settles the question...
The lover of the Sun.
Celestial kisses on rosy cheeks...
Beneath our feet her heart's core pulses,
shaping time itself around each tiny beat of life...
Drenched -
Perfumed blankets waft...
Her eyes saw visions
within a haze of violet...
Moonlight
falls from sparkling winter sky...