Haiku
morning sun
each snail
leaves a story line
early morning writing
I sip my tea
and silence
final sunbeam—
time to say goodbye
to my shadow
autumn dusk
the sudden desire
to hug every leaf
empty mailbox
the weight of clouds
in the winter sky
falling icicles the first song of spring
scorching summer
too much sky in the place
of cut trees
April sky
blossoms shaping and shaped
by their branches
daylong heat
the shadow play
of sunflowers
morning mist
a streetlight shining
from the night before
winter burial
starlings rearranging
in the sycamores