HAIKUS

Red flower in the
Rain stoops like an old woman
And glistens like fire.


The sea begins to
Resemble the turgid bliss
Of a laughing child.


Fog is merely the
Breath of the moon tired from
Circling the sky.


Fog is the fabric
Of the sky emerging from
Beneath the tall trees.


The tide leaves behind
Small things that clamor about
Looking for shelter.


Fountains splashing with
Joy brings a calm that fills each
Vein with bright longing.


The smell of donuts
Can awaken the laughing
Child deep within me.


Matt among the sheets
Turns and looks at me with eyes
As calm as the sea.