A turning point.

Where sun and moon intersect A breeze leafed through his open book Looking for a poem he whispered Or maybe a winter’s tale The breeze continued leafing making no reply Leaving him shadowed by a passing cloud Then came stillness, his book fell open Revealing a winter Haiku Tears from the heavens The mastery of […]

Time of barren branches

What is he doing but fulfilling his duty As he continuously challenges himself Today under the heat of autumnal sunshine He writes poetic thoughts The squares of his mind overflowing Today he would speak in the language of Haiku Brevity encourages drama Now the rain has stopped Sky a clearer shade of grey Soaked parking […]