Winter Haiku
From the Mountain Haiku Collection
across the canyon
sun centered over crags
my face turns gold
after the snow storm
blue sky above white firs—
clouds on fire
highway 89
north through the Sierra
into the Big Dipper
a thousand feet above
the lights of Sierraville
I stand with the moon
grown daughter far
in her high mountain home—
white covered pines
flakes fill gray sky
fall on your dark hair. . .
ice blossoms melting
Sierra night
into the dark mountain
a star falls
clear mountain night
light cast from the house
diamonds in the snow
white sky
wings—
blue jay!
four o'clock sun
across the frozen pond
tree shadows on ice
across the meadow
deep snow trail to the pond. . .
no one
midnight on the porch
Cassiopeia above. . .
cold white quiet