Haiku Forest

Thick fog-muffled snap

resounding through misty wood

unclothes shrouded soul.

Such was not to be.

Through glass is nature defied

looking down on clouds.

Hearth bucks departure.

Coziness frigidly robbed.

Yet, rime redresses.

The gloaming sets in.

Across carmine cotton soil

daring bluebirds streak.

Masking waves beckon

luring into bathyal depths.

Grains of sand hold fast.

Breeze challenges sun.

Nodding thistle evades bee.

Time yields the moment.

Against azure sky

slate crag solidly jutting;

hiker relaxes.

Soft, night time entrance,

blithely covering the land;

silently sings snow.

Fluorescent-flood lamp

illuminates looming tree.

Moths duck diving bats.

Electralescent

overlay within, without

the land God touches.

Purple-pink fingers

illuminating branches

of bare winter trees.