Will you

Will you // I have cut my heart / into petals, strewn them / at your feet. // Walk to me. //

Pillars of rain

While my background brain sorts out the best order for the chapters of my novel-in-progress, I am returning to haiku. What better place than the lake during a late-summer storm, to roll words around the elements.

but on the trees

Snow falls heavy, thick, but on the trees pink buds, tiny, wait ~~~

Birds, frogs, grasses

Birds, frogs, grasses: Sudden riot of song -- Rain during drought. ~~~

The late March snowfall

The late March snowfall melts on Sunday: brown cows sprawl on matted grass

Moonlit snow records

Moonlit snow records small creatures' escapades. Sun wipes the slate clean. ____________________

Bright star

Bright star pierces Cobalt sky: Half-moon hangs knife-sharp ____________________

Frigid midnight

Frigid midnight: shooting star. At dawn the back deck sparkles. ____________________

Rage, storm

Rage, storm: rescue me from bland and careful living. Teach me your wild ways. ____________________

Walk you to work

Walk you to work through deep snow. Homeward, I trace our boot prints, side by side. ____________________

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