(most of which I composed while "sauntering" in the Virginia woods)
Ancient Battlefield -
trees, trails, meadows, & deer.
Nearby oasis!
Inviting forest
path meandering ahead.
Car sounds fade behind.
Reflecting silence -
darkness before and behind -
breathing with eyes closed.
Dark marble slate?
Startled frog leaps into you.
Sound of water – splash!
“No fans to be found,
famous rock star escaping” –
skunk scent wakens me.
Endless trail ahead;
“One foot and then the other” –
here, I am at home.
Among felled giants –
Isabelle’s wrath receding -
orphaned sapling grow.
Snapping underbrush!
Reflexive movement catches -
a deer family.
My pounding footsteps –
a melodious robin
accompanies me.
Summer (8)
A flash! Another!
Peripherally catching
Summer’s first fireflies.
Streamside path darkens.
Firefly row illuminates,
guiding me back home.
Languid summer eve –
neon lime flashes hover
in your tranquil air.
Emerald leaves shine -
a kayak gliding along
scatters your brilliance.
Glistening water.
A young, thirsting tree stretches –
drinking in deeply.
Sweltering & thick –
lazy forest wanderings –
Eve dew condenses.
Butterfly catching
cool cascading water and
last moments in sun
N.B. when I composed the above haiku, Christyl Everleigh composed the following:
Blue wings fluttering.
Falling waters sing a dirge.
The day is waning. (CE)
Generous fall trees –
blanketing my path with roses -
humbly walking.
In a canopy
of pulsating brown and green,
cicadas singing.
Rich multihued leaves
atop autumn trees, dancing.
Clear pond reflects you.
Amiable trees –
vibrant gold and auburn leaves
dancing towards the ground.
Solitary man,
migrating flock of geese –
all seeking shelter.
Swollen clouds let go -
trail and creek becoming one.
Wet feet forgotten.
Winter (2)
Giant wooden fork?
Cunning tree pointing skyward –
Again, I am deceived!
They say you are dead –
Lying vibrant rust hued pines.
And yet – here you are!