"The world is but a blank canvas to the imagination."
~Henry David Thoreau

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

Haikus

Speckled in the sky
Stars twirling with milky wings
A picture of night

Whispers from the wind
A ribbon of pink petals
Carried into dance

A sun dipped in gold
Melting on purple mountains
Citrus-painted sky

Scarlet capes of leaves
Bronze dancers in the crisp breeze
A fall melody

Winding river flows
With no place to call its own
Lost in the sogen

The trees sway, silent
Light green leaves hug the dark ground
While others lie dead

The sun and the moon
Two differing celestials
With equal beauty

One bloodthirsty sun
Leaking its veins into blue
Soaking the sky red

You and I embrace
As the logs consumed by flames
Crack apart and die

She keeps to herself
As the lotus closes in
Bursts of fine color

Leaves on autumn ground
A crimson cape is lifted
Riding on the breeze

Walking through the field
The softest quiet I've heard
Of this winter snow

At last...came the thought
No disturbance will shatter
This stillness of night

A cry in the night
Trying not to make a sound
As evening owl speaks

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