Little Seneca Lake, 7:30am

Slack-tub steams, sun folds
clouds into Damascene sword
to slice through the night.

For My Dogs

Dropped by demon-wind,
blizzard blacks windows, mutes world,
keeps me from puppies.

Sedona Storm

In monsoon's shadow,

Red mountains melt into clay 

Under Dali's thumbs.

Ravenheart Haiku #5

Forgotten strands of
Spider's web criss-cross chair rungs,
bending in the wind.

Ravenheart Haiku #4

Blanket flower shines,
Its face lifted to the sun,
Stubs of others near.

Ravenheart Haiku #3

Dandelions rot:
Brown seeps into yellowed stems.
Above, rose hips loom

Ravenheart Haiku #2

Spider's rickety
Web sprawls across languid rocks.
Stream leaves it behind.

Ravenheart Haiku #1

Guitar strums linger
Over jilted pond scum.
Rocks fester below.