Haiku

 

 

John Daleiden   our rendezvous— beside a steaming tea pot white narcissus     icicle reflections on a late winter day— red sunset     blue skies— laundry on the clothesline fills with the breeze     serene Spring pool— caressing ancient rocks the crash of water     river sandbar— in a fragrant breeze sandpipers pecking     we stand together in falling cherry blossoms sweet birdsong     evening mist— green tea in porcelain cups to warm our hands