lacework of mist
rolls down through dark pines
my breath rippling morning's first tea

fan of bird wing
catches evening rays
on waking
dreams slip sideways

in the still
deep in darkness
fingering the rosary of regrets
once again

autumn weeps
puddles of scarlet leaves --
the cut that never quite heals

north winds

tease the edge of summer --

women lug bags of yarn

sunlight slipping down --

lucidity amidst heat

blue waves
lap the highway --
cornflowers run amok

snowfall in May --
spilled blossoms from above

willows sprout fresh ribbons --
young girls on a lark

on warm winds
the smell of green --
earthworm carves a trail

willow buds caress --
pale moon balancing

winter's tattered remnants --
laced with birdsong

snow banks
gritty and blackened --
the last guest that lingers on forever

Catching Up

I apologize to my fellow bloggers who are following Haiku Simple as I have not kept up on who you are and visiting your sites. I promise over the next weeks to catch up with you all!

drifts of white
lace the windows --
pearled edge of lunacy