Category — 365 Haiku

Snow blowing through pines
Ashes sparking in sunlight
Are all that remain.

Now that he has died
His lover’s deranged spirit
Seeks rest. Pass me by!

The heart’s simple truth
Is a stone gray and smooth
Hidden from sight.

Roots emerge from earth
Encircling the tree’s trunk, then
Slowly strangle her.

His face a graveyard
Covered with weeds and wild vines
Where a mole dog lives.

Humid summer rain
Driven by cool northwest winds
Stuck on the window.

It finally rained
Though rainfall without wetness
Water without sound.

An old chair worn smooth
By graceless gracing of grace
A butterfly drowned.

On the garden path
Grasshoppers flee with each step
Too soon late summer.

Opened without thought
And impossible to close
Perfection, squandered.