Category: Run Haiku

Crackling trail
Glowing poplars
Coming to light

Unwinding
A maze of trails
In my mind

The night sky
The northern sky
Dancing

Copper sliver
Hovers in the margins
Before the dawn

Nearly hidden
Nearly new
Moon

First dancing flakes
Setting foot
On my tongue

Flutter in the night
Catching the lamp’s pale light
White butterflies

Who-whoo-who-who
Questions
In the fog

Sinking slowly
Into the dry grass
Glowing cat eyes

Shadows
Beneath the tall moon light
Known by their voice