I’m trying to read A half moon and horizon Fogged in Apricot
Wind and Sunshine Scours Trailing Clouds from Blue Sky and Winter from our Hearts
High Clouds, Leaves and Wind A Good Day For Writing Prayers On Burning Papers
On July’s Last Day Fall’s High Horse Tail Clouds Stream South Like an Advanced Guard
Take off. Then Snapshots Of Home Through the Clouds, The Present Receding to Past
The Snowpack Warming Primordial Mist Rising Crocuses? Robins?
Perpetual Sunset Flying West Through Peach, Cream and Every Shade of Blue
Autumn’s Symmetries With Local Skies Reflecting The Far Horizons
Apricot horsetail Clouds sweep in this September’s First glorious sunset
Thunderstorm landscape In muted grays and vibrant greens Rumbling as it rests
Sun between storm clouds Casts pockets of brittle light Beneath tumbling birds
All Spring’s colors mute Beneath a grey morning sky of the coming storm
Moon and moon-lit clouds Full and full of mystery Like any plain truth
A blue black night sky, Translucent clouds drift slowly Between stars and moon
Wind sweeps crows, clouds, and Shafts of sunlight like spotlights Across the water
The storm front’s edge marked On the horizon by clouds Against the blue sky.
Temps rise and then fall Snow floats in mist that freezes Frosting all the trees
Temperatures warm And a winter mist rises Blushing in the dawn
Wrapped in morning mist Ripe crops burnished in faint gold Cover the hillside
Fall’s morning mists rise Like a sigh before sleeping, Or emerging fate
Between blue sky bluffs Clouds ride the Mississippi Hiding the sunrise
August is waning Low rushing clouds, a cool rain Softly whisper “Fall”
A Year in Haiku 