Haiku

There are always limitations on what you can and can't do. But I enjoy that. Just like when you write a sonnet or haiku, there are rules you have to abide by. — J. Michael Straczynski

They're simple. They're fun.

The point must be made quickly.

I love good haikus.

Floating cotton seeds

Snowing in spring, white on green

Twirl through the sky

Cold and silent dark,

Holding me close in its arms,

Quiet night with stars

Dead branch, cold and brown,

Reaching vainly to the sky,

Bare twigs cannot frown

Trickling water

Around, over, under stone

Drifting blue and gray

Blue wrapped in white

The clouds are puffy and warm

Baby blanket sky

Sun sinks behind clouds

Painted pink and purple gray

Calming and serene

Green, wind-ruffled leaves

Shining bright in sunlight

Crown the tops of trees

My face is hidden,

As is the soul within me.

I am my own mask.