Haiku XXXIV

XXXIV

Cold hate, smirking in

shadows, drawn by a pale hand,

that breeds masks.

Haiku XXXIII

XXXIII

Winter wasting, delicate ice,

buliding doubts of honesty, as

silent memories grow cold.

Haiku XXXII

XXIII

Quicke tongues of ice,

Wind bound, sting my cheeks raw,

memories of loosing.

Haiku XXXI

XXXI

Memories of sky,

white lines of trapped clouds,

exhausted relics.

Haiku XXX

XXX

"Words"

Wise songs of Wind;

glide over the tops of trees,

balancing out rthyms.

Haiku XXIX

XXIX

Frayed Edges, of

water, earth's broken pathway,

cut by moss stones.

Haiku XXVIII

XXVIII

Light memory dusting,

white, laid across the fields,

rut edges frozen.