Haiku

    So fragile and small How do such flowers not fall In the summer heat

Faithful guide and true Take me farther through the depths Those I fear and dread

In the Boston Mountains There is an Arkansas town It’s called Winslow.

Late at night there are Drifts of snow blowing to Keep us warm inside.

Early morning rain. Finishes on its own time. Thus we learn patience.

A grass blade’s edge cuts No pancakes, waffles or meat It is too green to.