From the Bridge

My eyes are filled with trees of gold

With shining, rippling water

A vibrant view that pleases all my senses

Here, I am alive, almost euphoric

Breathing . . .

A haiku: After the storm

Broken by the storm

branches bent with silent grief

hold their beauty yet.

Green tunnel – a haiku

Trees lean together

gently shaking leaves murmur –

quiet companions.