They dance for the rain

Thunder rhythm of the drums

They dance for the corn

There's no contentment

Without the peace of others

Until we are whole

 

Aspen collonade

Topped with leafy capitals

Holding up the sky

 a torrid morning

i am hoping for a cloud

even without rain

 Take a stroll around

It’s hard to ignore haiku

They are everywhere

 Glowing in sunlight

Softening with the season

Peaches almost ripe

 Birds feed eagerly

Then make away for cover

A slow shadow sweeps

When pride contends truth

The cost cannot be tallied

No honor conferred

 The apple tree bows

Laden with bountiful fruit

Weighted with beauty

 The Quartet

It starts with the tune

They scuttle it - trade it up

Then bring it back home

Seasons remind us

The modesty of nature

And savagery

Like rumors whispered

 The wind in the highest limbs

Roots will never know

 An early firefly

The night crawls out of the woods 

Crickets sound their knell

 A doleful portent

Iron wheels strike a rhythm

A train warns the town

Without metaphors 

Birds do as well as poets

Troubadors in trees

 never discouraged

ephemeral seeds must wait

for rightful seasons

rimmed with misty pink

the last reserves of the day

dissolve into dusk

 Here's the paradox

What if we had no questions?

And only listened

You're free, dear Virginia

She waded away

Where voices could not follow

Her coat filled with stones

 Face toward the moon

Bathe in its borrowed luster

Be soothed by its peace

 Like a thristy tree

Whose roots spread slowly outward

He searches for love

The bloom almost spent

A butterfly's dalliance

Still nectar enough

 When there's a chokestone

Or debris that blocks the flow

Clamber - see beyond

 Cycles of water

As though it has memory

Always reliving

 All instinctively

No transactions in nature

All one benefit