Haiku for a dead tree

Skinny, bony, bare

branches, twigs, stretched in pale death

amid vibrant green.

Scarlet Haiku

A dream in scarlet

twilight gently falls, and blooms

glow with inner light.

A philosophical haiku!

I was here before

you came, and when you are gone

I will still be here.

A River Haiku

Peat brown water, calm

and quiet between the trees

in their summer green.

A Haiku from “Minus One”

Black against the gold

scribbles dark on light, tracings

on a Winter sky.

Winter Haiku

Brittle spikes of grass

frost patterns leaves and stony

earth, dead Winter’s grip.

Birch Tree Haiku

Every branch aloft

reaching for the blue above

draws in pallid heat

A Donegal Haiku

Báisteach, boladh móin

(Rain, the smell of turf)

i bhfad ó Rann na Feirste

(when I’m far from Rannafast)

cumha ar mo chroí.

(sorrow in my heart.)

A Universal Haiku

Be still; half-close your                                                                        

eyes, and listen to the sound  

of the universe.                                                              

A Winter Haiku

Black against the gold

tracings on a Winter sky

December sunset.