Looking into eyes
slowly degenerating
        searching for a place

        The mysteries that
surround her as she walks through
         the door to see you.

        She has been hidden
for far too long, she waits for
       you to speak the tone.

        You two talk and send
her back on her merry way
        she will be saved then.



      The dead of winter
he who comes to take you there
      season’s king he is.

       Speaking in haiku
is a headache in itself
       reminds me of swamp

       In that level they
speak solely in haiku
       to finish is sweet.

        Fractions and percents
parts of wholes I truly love
        yielding  exactness.

         Tanned bunnies in the
Shade grazing in the evenings
         with their families.

         Misfit children lost
in the midst of space and time
         who will find them there?


         Pink frilly aprons
kitchens full of food and love
         I’ll wear one as well!