November 20, 2006

Haiku - Come to Your Senses

early winter storm,
rain turning to snow beads
cold along my skin

leaves in gutters rustle
tattered foliage blowing free
drifts around my feet

the first snowflake
tasting sweet upon my tongue
dissolves like woodsmoke

attar of evening meals
filling the village at twilight
air turns to incense

gone old autumn sun
winter clouds hide newborn moon
how short this idle life

Written for the wise and incandescent women spirits of One Deep Breath who give us food for thought and inspire us every week.