on my bed
winter dreams
Category: haiku
February wind
how to scratch the mountain
until it purrs
Vagabond
If I were a tree, head-down in the earth, I’d stretch one toe into the clouds.
melting through
the heritage
of snow fleas
back from a walk
finding a clump of snow
in my coat pocket
creaking limbs
shrink-wrapped in ice
my evergreen
February thaw
blood on the road resuming
its slow journey
marks in the snow
from a dangling vine
the wind and me
Why I walk
[haibun]
snow-bound trees
I’d like to die
on my feet
wandering thoughts
the other mountain hidden
by falling snow
white birch stump
the absolution
of snow
written in snow
the epic journey
of a mouse
