honeyed memories
reach twining yellow blossoms
warm from grandma’s porch
Honeysuckle
haiku
A Little Walk
hills called me forward
another and another
ever exploring
solo adventure
scrambling well off beaten paths
dusk drew nigh, slyly
each next summit piques
my need to conquer the next
majestic views ‘wait
minutes, well-trodden
morph into worrisome hours
mom never forgets
Rain, Rain…
deafening deluge
drowns out dreary drizzle while
grey gives way to grey
Feeling Squallish
snow squalls, frigid bursts
high velocity vortex
winter’s late hurrah
Exhaustion: Haiku
candle, two ends charred
gutters in midday breeze, nigh
imperceptible
February Haiku
nursing hyetal
hernia, mother nature
bursts through all restraints
Dancing, Unheeded
rogue elephants tap-
dance, trumpeting, ungreeted
in your living room
Timeless Lessons
patience carved a niche
eons gorged sandstone plateau
river flows through time
Last Gasps
serotinal surge
dapples sun through pulsing gusts
leaves whisper goodbye
On the Folly of Gods
leaden skies open
unleash furious torrents
Neptune rages wars
