a sense of haiku

trails awash with ice i retreat to the blacktop  runway lights to guide  🦊❤️  

owl hoots on my left a freight train wails on my right the bamboo shivers 🦊❤️  

uptick in litter they say that covid’s to blame that would be great news 🦊❤️  

nature has a way of moving oh so slowly to where it’s heading 🦊❤️  

in only a mile i’ve risen above it all the world still asleep 🦊❤️  

   there it is searching for a sign in the middle of nowhere we are meant to be darlene cliver ... bull’s eye i saw the target in the middle...

when the sun rides high i come down to where you stand  so i can touch you  🦊❤️