haiku

all roads cross othersall roads have places to turn --all roads except one

wind turbines --monsters against the landscapespinning quixotically

ripples on the pondmove toward the sandy bank --floating rowboat rocks

church bells peali can't help but wonderwhat's going on...

patterned rugseen via Zoomlooks like tiles

cat into the treetree on the floorcat out of the tree

drumbeat heartbeatracing and poundingas if to burst

tiny orangeswith rind so thin --no need to peel

there is no lightwithout the darknessand vice versa

is nothing sacred?the question is hollow --everything is sacred

warm wool shirtfrom a renewable resourcebut is it ethical?

Summer friendshelp Winter neighborssurvive

ripples on the lakenever quite rediscoveringthe stillness

anxious peopleseeking but not findinginner peace

cloudless sky --beneath the ground:ice cavern

falling from the cliffthe pebble warns the water --ripples on the pond

snow blanketssent through the wash --gone

water from the eavescreates cracks in the sidewalkthat sprout in Spring

sometimes a wordbrings people togetherwithout being spoken

a struggle to eatand remove from my teeth:popcorn