Fallen Lover

in between the cracks
the autumn moon
tells an old tale
of a fallen lover
now floating in the stars

Asters

nowhere to go but up…
the soft whispers
of a late summer day

(image from google)

Deep Summer

old maple
flowering red
stops me in my tracks…
how deep the woodpecker
beats into my lonely heart

Morning Song

the way my thoughts cry into the night coyote moon

handful of flowers how sweet her morning song

song sparrow I struggle to find the right words

holding you back from me morning mist

September 2014 Brass Bell Haiku Journal