haiku 39


silver streams of thought

flow through the verdant contours

of a peaceful mind


–photo by me

right now


A shot out my back door right now.

Felt I had to share.

Mama and Bambi

So trusting.


–photo by me

poor luna


luna lures in noble

golden-hearted sunbeams

with her ‘poor me’ act

and  pallid complexion

and if they so much as

graze her ashen cheek

with a solitary kiss

she steals their gold

and sends them away

on silver moonbeams