Morning Song

Her morning song
in lark and sun
flowers the sky and
paints the waves.

Land awake
to love’s light
breath, the
gentle music
of new day.


Mountain Retreat

Golden oak leaves
autumn on
summer’s last breath.

A cloak of pines
hides her face
secret mountain.

A lingering eye
so is the moon
on the valley.

Note: I went hiking with my brother in the majestic Yosemite National Park. These haikus pale in comparison to the beauty of the valley; I hope they at least capture some of the essence of that place.