A philosophical haiku!

I was here before

you came, and when you are gone

I will still be here.

Cloister

Some days I wish I’d been a nun

Cloistered, curtained by the hanging

Green of trees, pale apple green, serene cloak.

Measured days and nights,

Paced from hour to praying hour.

No pride no lust no greed no lies,

No loss no gain no pain no strife,

But peace, pale apple green, serene

Soft poultice on the quick of life.

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.