Winter Scene From a Window

A line of roosters,
Peck round a fallen walnut,
January's feast.

Mountain Gardens

We grow with passion,
Our only cash crop is rocks,
Want peas? Import soil!

The End of Hunting Season

Bear Hunting is Done,
Silence reigns in the mountains,
Case that three-oh-eight.

Winter In a Mountain Resort

A town deserted,
Syria in midwinter,
A stark empty street.

On The First Snow

Snow meanders down,
Winter smiles in its late bloom,
Our first white blanket.

A Moment in Time

My soul bursts with love

I will love you for all days

I will wax joyous

(This haiku was written while bicycling. I often find the scenery of Madison County, where I live, Inspiring)

Elizabeth's End

Some of us have been unlucky enough to have known someone who has descended into Alzheimer's. I wrote this haiku in memory of a distant relative who made that journey: 

  

"Elizabeth's End"

Haiku at 85

Where did myself go?

Have I only the past left?

My youth beckons me.

In loving memory of Elizabeth Bickel