Haiku Series

I walk slowly in

utter praise of this today

damp with new meaning

No birds in the sky

And still do my thoughts take flight

In well-worn yellow

Cracked paint where the light

Shines through onto the other side

A place where I bask

A place left unentered

Because I am forested

Like the moon or stars

The light must enter me

As I reflect its beauty

Moving close from afar