Category: Run Haiku

Empty moon
Poured into
Scarlet sky

First tracks
Deer’s dotted lines
In the soft snow

Tangled trails
A labyrinth
Unwinding

As darkness fades
Great horned silhouette
Scanning the field

Dry grass
Rustling in the wind
Field of whispers

Run to the place
Where the gentle waters flow
Refreshed

Hollow wind
The empty street
Sound of footsteps

Crack of
A twig breaks
The silence

This morning is light
And birds singing
Summer songs

No shorts day
Is taken for granted
In November