The Sound of Trees Singing

The winter wind
whistles through
the frozen forest
frolicking among
the icy branches-
each twig
another note
in the song,
another key on
the xylophone;
the tenors, basses,
altos, sopranos
create a melody
and harmony
keeping time with
each winter wind.

Haiku

Winter wonders

Pale white snowflakes

Clusters of hope and longing

Land on open hands

Ranges of Mountains

Towering above

Sit spirals of the Earth

Reaching for the sky

Fly by Night

Soft feathers beating

Against clouded nighttime skies

Drifting out of sight

Colorful Christmas

Outside the

frosty window,

the ground is

frozen and

green. Some

birds can be heard

in the distance, some

birds can be seen in the sky.

Lights can be seen

dotting the streets,

hanging from

rooftops and houses.

From bushes and trees.

From porches and

anything else that will

hold the brightly colored lights.

Glowing trees can be

seen from windows,

decorated with

caring hands.

Under these trees,

unseen to onlookers,

are brightly wrapped objects,

anxiously waiting to be

freed from

their constraints.

He… She… We…

He wishes

happiness

for all.

For

no man

no woman

no child

to be

afraid.

He is compassionate

and sympathetic.

Always lending a

helping hand.

No matter who-

or what-

reaches back.

He is sought by all.

And hated by only those who

hate all and

wish pain.

Suffering.

Anguish.

To every man

woman or

child.

But even those he loves.

Those

cruel beings who

war with all.

For he is

Peace.

And the world wishes for him.