Darkened tributaries
Glimmer, glisten in gold leaf
Desperately clinging
A new day a new haiku

Squint through the half light
Seek and search for the half rhyme
Is this a half life?


Drip drop chip chop chap
Left leaves leave leaving leaves left
Beg big bag bog bugs

As life twists and flows
Wends and bends its way downstream
Who holds the tiller?

While we were rushing
We missed the plot twists and turns
Let’s take the slow ways

Sun soaked sycamore
Softly sharing secrets seen
Simply standing still