The Sound of the Wind
Tumbling Though the Tree Tops
And The Day’s Last Light
Tumbling Though the Tree Tops
And The Day’s Last Light
The Rising Chorus
Of Crickets From Just Beyond
The Reach of Porch Lights
The Feathered Whisper
Overhead as Silent Geese
Head Home Through The Dark
The Earth is Breathing
In and Out as We Count Days
And Years, Bits and Bytes
The Earth is Breathing
In and Out, Inviting Us
Along, In and Out
A Year in Haiku 