The shades drawn all dayErasing time, a circleThe elm seed in spring

Midnight, standing stillMind is like a drop of inkRipples in water

Morning of new snowBranches draped in soft dreamingFrom this moment on

Here is a haiku I wrote this morning upon looking out the window. The weather has changed; the cool and damp of late fall has settled in. Yellow smoke of pinesFiltering the morning lightRain will be heavy