The Way, A collection of 25 Haiku

The Way

1.

A river moves through

Stone and clay, weaving a path;

Its tenderness cuts.

2.

A tender flower,

Small, petite, living in stone.

The petals flutter.

3.

Old flame marks the trail,

Stone formations block my path,

I continue on.

4.

A nymphs’ paradise,

She dances on damp green grass,

A seductive grin.

5.

Suns’ ray touches dew,

Shows the magic of fungus

Growing on dead tree.

6.

She moves wickedly,

Between the shadows and light,

Touching her damp flesh.

7.

Ach! A thread of web,

It tickles the face with fear,

But no spider comes.

8.

Armadas of ants,

Cleaning the forest of death,

Thrice they block my path.

9.

From valley to hill,

Shaded path to sunny sky,

The way moves forward.

10.

High upon hilltop,

The heat grows, no shade to help,

Resting on dry dirt.

11.

Handsome nymph returns,

Covered in matted orange dust,

Dancing wildly.

12.

Rejuvenated,

White and gray clouds shatter light

Calming beating heart.

13.

Single flower sits,

Of peach and red apple hues,

A butterfly sips.

14.

Returning below,

Valley of oaks and willows,

A rippling creek.

15.

Sophia slithers,

Long and black with yellow stripes.

She crosses my path.

16.

Young bluejay perches,

His eyes follow as I walk,

Harsh and high chirps sound.

17.

Old oak of wisdom,

Standing tall on the journey,

Gnarled branches reach.

18.

Rippling creek stops,

Still pool sits by sacred grove,

Oaks and willows thrive.

19.

On a single stone,

She lies in a ray of light,

Dressed in natures way.

20.

Bug sits, a fish feeds

Small birds call, leaf falls then floats,

Trees speak in the breeze.

21.

Sitting on a stone

By a clear pool of water,

Seeing the magic.

22.

Cool wind as dusk nears,

And the trees shiver with life,

Anticipation.

23.

At the point of dusk,

From water a nymph rises,

Kissing naked lips.

24.

Lips pressed, desire.

Lips pulled into pond of glass,

Lips filled with rapture.

25.

Into cool wet void,

Falling into dark decay,

To sleep forever.

All haiku are numbered for future convenience. Some or all of these may end up as visual poetry.

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