A Few Haiku

Watched from the front porch

crocuses under moist snow

frozen flowers bloom

I move softly now

though the pale fronds brush my mind

sound dearthed by each step.

Over head

red flags unfurl wings

to circle.

Tides amble ashore

pushing square metric water

then sleep as seas quake.

Moon affected beams

imitate a sun risen

unsleeping ocean.

Welcoming the tide

a liquid current affair

comes to wet cool sand.

Steps unwavering
Erosion a withering
away of reaped fields.

Like carrion eaten flesh
decomposition
in time mutates and nurtures.

Claws bite at the bough

predators nowhere searching

the squirrel feasts alone.

Against an orange moon

branches wave
hailing clouds of time.

Songs curl around air

in a flotilla of light

where the rain listens.

White toothed waves

swim the distance to

find harbor.

Chaste as butterflies

lost at sea

fear death by water.

Gulls alit Mizzened

white fruit bloomed

fluttering at sea.

Sun on blue

splashed like white wet paint

above the horizon.

allets

no comments or critique sought.

haiku