8/31/07 - A Haiku

rising from lone field
fog hovers just above grass
twisted by the wind

windsheild thoughts - a haiku

morning windshield fog
will soon be a sheet of ice
scraped by my cold hand

sky's mood- a haiku

they without concern
move resigned to the wind's call
only passing moods

evening deer - a haiku

with feet in moist grass
doe grazing in golden light
with tail twitching

Summer 07 - A haiku

August killed by gray
fog and drizzle like autumn
no sun-burned shoulders

Squirrels in First Light - A Haiku

Two busy squirrels
Chase one another past blooms
In the morning cool