haiku twelve

light sea breeze

bends the horned poppies –

there goes that twinge of sciatica…

haiku eleven

watching long dead stars 

my back straighter -

snow falls

~

haiku ten

still air before a storm

the pigeon waits in the bare oak

nothing more.
~

haiku nine

last white rose

nods beneath winter sleet –

flit of a wren’s tail

~

haiku eight

red dawn

mist slips down the hill –

owl’s claw tightens

~

haiku seven

low winter sun
slips through darkening cloud
and follows me home
~

haiku six

sitting in half lotus
there goes that itch
again
~

haiku five

in the icy stream
the hungry heron
pecks its own shadow
~

haiku four

a rustle

two squeaks

silence

haiku three

wanting him
a dark shadow falls from a book
of his poems