2 Sunrise Haiku: 3/3/2011

Winter's end crisp blue ~
grey renaissance sculpture clouds ~
gold rays peek through pine

Windchime waits in silence ~
green Camry makes up its mind ~
breathes into right turn

Sunrise: Where are You?

Dark and light, meet, ethereal force

Sun attempts to push through the mist

Not now, not yet, soon...

January 17 Stone on a Monday Morning

Scent of homemade applesauce cooking.
Coffee in my cup.
Ancient pencil in my hand.
My notebook open.
Overcast sunrise.