for a moment I
hold my hand to the windshield
to watch the ice melt
Category: Haiku
edge
skulking in the dark
at the edge of consciousness
some forgotten thing
welcome
how welcome the dawn
routing the darkest shadows
of a sleepless night
sorrowful
a halted journey
winter’s sorrowful tears fall
water on the track
bolts
deep concentration
he sets out panels, nuts, bolts
all in their right place
train
with time on his hands
he builds an old iron train
for his next journey
photograph
an old photograph
of our long departed cat
sniffing a flower
light
first light this morning
flows in like molten silver
a distant bell chimes
veil
Sky modestly stoops
screened behind a veil of mist
gives Earth a soft kiss
reservoir
the dry reservoir
filled again from winter rain
but what of the fish
My Eccentric Friend 