Category: Run Haiku

The fall forest filled
With scents and silent creatures
A lively passing

These legs
Coiled sinews, flesh, and bone
Will not be ignored

She points out the moon
Spots the scurrying racoon
Eyes filled with light

Fog-covered fields
Sunrise falls on autumn trees
With crisp clarity

Slow rolling fog
Silent breath, listening
To listening

Fading leaves
Shine the brightest
Red and yellow

Enter the darkness
The silent looming gloom
The chance to rise

The red fox
In the wet red grass
Begins her day

Midnight storm debris
Swept and torn by the wind
Chilling cold remains

From the red moon
Run the eastward path
To the rising sun