Clear camp fire night / Twinkle embers, sun fed trees / Starlight to starlight

Alas, I am not / A butterfly, as you can / see, I have no wings

i am the human / watching the butterfly fly / enjoying its grace

I love butterflies / they are a beautiful sight / pretty butterflies

If blood is thicker / Than water, why does blood, not / Water, leave strainers?

friend and family / when times are good or stormy / flock friends and future

birds are poetry / free gift of natures spirit / rhythm action flight

harvest moon shines bright / reflecting in her fair skin / her arms blanket me

shine on, harvest moon, / round and round the field I go / rain is coming soon.

full moon standing proud, / yet never more than halfway, / echoes from the sun

From the loudspeakers / "We are here today" fading / in a swirl of leaves

camping in winter, / epic vistas without leaves, / and of course - no bugs

looking past the fall, / Trees escaping winter's wrath, / by going to sleep

cherry blossom stinks / schmaltzy naff taffetta pinks / sickly sweet ice cream

im so cool respond / to own haiku everyone / very jealousy

an very cool dude / am so good at this haiku / parents so proud me

migratory geese / yet millions of us will stay / in Siberia

reverse the cycle, / strangers are friends not met yet / nature finds a way

Northern Lights offer, / an evening in the back yard, / Arctic fox keep watch

fine painting needs not, / but observer's point of view, / framed for reference.

what joghog don't know / is that john be dark as night / jog is almond white

white, yellow asian / brown, red US indian / that be u i black

what tomorrow brings, / oblivion shows herself / beyond these four walls.

beyond points of view / more event horizons loom / explaining haiku

words in disarray / poetic chaos abounds / then five seven five

waves of army ants, / take over new colony, / adapt or perish.

went to get lab test / just part of living longer / not getting younger

Cotton Wood Tree bloom / birds nesting I am sneezing / seeds like snow on ponds

an e string missing, / gathering dust in thrift shop, / feeling neglected.

a thriftshop guitar / sits in window growing old / needs a new owner

convening with folk, / I'm never going to know, / absent stares of pain.

Bald man sits alone / Sponges on top of his head / Pretends he has hair

don't get taken in, / false morels are dangerous, / they're just like fake news.

unsurpassed morels, / grows Goodrich cemetery, / eating ancestors.

nine eagles soaring / soaring higher and higher / earthly bonds broken

giant tree is throne / platform used for many years / sky is a kingdom

watched eagles for days / trip to the coast waves crashing / twenty eagles rooste

Soft, elegant snow / The cold air, biting my skin / Animals, not seen