Wolves

a cold biting wind
blows across yellow prairie
howls in the distance

moss hanging like beards
by a mysterious lake
oars gently gliding

dropping out of sight
many months without a word
the telephone rings

lifeless barren limbs
creak in the hot July wind
rain drops tease the ear

darkness hides the light
from seekers looking for truth
one must persevere

bird-feeders
showing signs of life
after an Arctic blast

in the cold silence
shadowed memories flow by
leaving bitterness

gently falling leaves
cluttering a forest path
preparing for change

an autumn wind
blows golden leaves
across life's path

bamboo shoots
breaking ground
bringing good fortune

walking under
a spring moon
the wind sighs

Waking up to bright sunshine and clear blue skies the gray dreariness of the past several days is now banished and though the air is still cool and crisp, the creamy Narcissus and hot pink Hyacinth remind me that spring is ready to show her beautiful face.

spring sunshine
dresses up hyacinths
in colors of hot pink

winter storm
brings howling winds
sleepless night

sunlight shining
through winter clouds
illumines the way

Writer's Island

WI prompt...fork in the road or crossroads.

My haiku...

winter rains
blinding my way
at a crossroad

snowflakes
quietly falling
each one unique

sound of raindrops
falling from the roof
plays a lullaby

earth has grown cold
in the winter of our love
it will warm once again

confused
cranes circle
the shiny roof

Over The Horizon

Prompt for Writer's Island: Over The Horizon

over the horizon
a blue norther
comes

warm breath
on a chilled ear
shivering anticipation

Lost Friendship

cold and standing
by the wood heater
still feeling chilled

frigid winds
blow in
another new year

**HAPPY NEW YEAR** to all.

May our troops come home to live once again in peace.

Father's Gone Hunting

As a child I always looked forward to my father going deer hunting because it meant that I'd get to sleep with my Mom. There were four of us children but I was the lucky one who was given the honor of sleeping with Mama. She said she liked sleeping with me because I kept still when I slept and I was the best goochier [her term for cuddling]. When we would get into bed she'd say, "scoot over here, honey and let's goochie up." She would wrap her arms around me and I could feel her smell my hair and sigh. There was no better feeling in the world to my little girl's heart.

cold winter night
wrapped in
warmth and love

December day
snow covers the walk
feeling lost

Adventures In Meditaton

Feeling pensive when I wake I decide to go out and meditate in the chill morning air. I build a fire in my chiminea and sit in the lotus position on my swing. The warmth from the chiminea is soothing me as I close my eyes, take a deep breath and start to relax. "Ommmmmmm...ow, ow, ow, ouch!" I look down and see my orange kitten's teeth latched onto my thumb drawing blood. Dozer, my 60 lb. bulldog hears my yelp of pain and decides he wants in my lap along with the kitten. The kitten gets scared and wraps her paws around my neck and is unwilling to let go as Dozer tries to lick me in the face. Ugh!

Sighing, no longer in the mood to meditate, I wonder if Maharishi Mahesh Yogi ever had these problems?

warmth radiating
from a fire pit
inner peace

warm breath
makes ice crystals
frigid morning

Going Out To Eat

Walking out the door he says "we'll go at noon...I'll give you a call." I jump up and start getting dressed so I'll be ready when he calls. The dog gets excited because he senses we are getting out of the house today. Noon comes and goes...no call. I carry the phone around with me everywhere I go so I will not miss his call. 1:00, 2:00, 3:00...still no call. Thirty eight years of waiting for calls that will not come. One day I will learn his word means nothing.

icy wind
raking desolate fields
bitterness

cool breeze
kisses cheeks
winter's blush

cedar trees
burdened with ice
bow

sounds of
angry surf
drown out words

Adventure

ice axe
scars the side
of a mountain

ice covered
pansy blooms
frozen in time

autumn rains
replenish
empty ravines

Belonging

cold outside
there is warmth within
from belonging

chilling winds
tumbling brown leaves
across the path

small black birds
singing loudly
fill bare trees

lacy patterns
made by moonbeams
enthralled lovers

Water
cleansing and pure
beloved gift

trees swaying
to the beat
of a windy tune

Dropping acorns
are being hoarded
for mid-winter feasts

leaves
turning gold
fall

doves
flush to sound
coo

sparkling
glare on water
ripples

thunderstorms
on the horizon
rumble

Moonflowers

unfurling
Moonflowers
glow

swirling
hurricanes
cause destruction

Fullness of the moon
will take away the darkness
of a lonely night

butterfly
on pink periwinkles
royal throne

A bullfrog's long jump
disturbs the moon's reflection
lonely serenade