old-fashioned question

in an empty room

a phone rings repeatedly

i have no answer

.

haiku

amazing

a seed grows under

ground without a sound : power

of its voice soft : grace

.

haiku

.

ps

creation is quiet

destruction creates noise

drawing up

filigree of tree

winters sky watery

ink spilt on space / light

.

haiku

quietly finding myself

waken in darkness

quietly finding myself.

subtle sounds : stillness

.

haiku

underneath

two oaks still stand

though older,

split apart,

ravaged

roots entwine

in quiet

.

haiku

refuse

girls in white dresses

lain on forest floor like bones

knuckles curled like leaves

.

haiku

inks

stillness returns on

skins of pools of streetlights and

rills of blackened glooms

.

haiku

ébloui

new life in the dead

of winter sunlight surrounds

the leaves as he leaves

.

haiku

that’s an answer

his silence surpasses all

languages .

funny how my

heart jumped

at no word

.

haiku

something opens

eyes clenched closed

: silence :

prayer utters itself in throat

without conscious thought

.

haiku