Black and white flashes disrupt the tangle of grey – heart-soaring sweetness. Advertisements
Water mimics sky, withholds resplendence of blue, dons a grey raincoat.
Dove sings of morning, dew gathers on grass, scents air – invites wakening. (Written for Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge. Photo from personal collection.)
No path would blossom if summers were about poetry – a colder vine leaving me water. Must let earth & animal use this pure and
Morning, he perches, resplendent in heron gray Like a beacon, he watches, sets a rhythm for my day. Is he lonely, I wonder, eyes silent