Haiku #56

fallen tree sleeping

over the trickling brook

flowing lullaby

Soul Friend

They say each tree grows in its own shadow
But we are strange trees you and me
For I am entwined to you stem and roots;
Someone passing by
Would swear we are one tree
and lose that bet
But my bark is rough and yours smooth
Your leaves are the shape of the heart
and mine the shape of an arrow head

all striving for light

Haiku #21

vast golden wheat field

lone oak midst

perfect picture of loneliness