Sunday, March 4, 2012

Haikus by Diane

Slashes of scarlet
birds in a mass of gray twigs
at rest in the cold

Amidst the purple
clouds like spilled ink in the sky
then peach-pink of dawn

Deer huddle in snow
silhouetted in stark white
just head and ears now.

This shell, this vessel
can succeed or disappoint
fighting fat daily

Many years gone by
I believe much more in that
which I cannot see

In my creation
a solitary journey
to heights unknown

Brought to each new day
fellowship in mere living
survival of love

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