Across tangerine horizon,
as dawn stirs remnant mignight hues...
Intoxicating incense
runs wildly across...
And there she lay upon the hill
Her slope so green and thicker still...
leaves saunter the air
the wind shakes hands with Autumn...
The lust overtakes
the content...
After the deluge: dark,
where the river...
You can hear them whisper at night
they do have a voice...
Gravity the adversary of matter,
Many dreams He seems to shatter...
Mother Nature against the world
when anger strikes the air is fuming...
writing a haiku
should capture moments like a/the...
A Cascade of leaves slowly flutter down,
Untamed by the breeze thats swirling around...
Ripe apples falling
Upon auburn crunchy leaves...