Six Haikus

tall pines gently sway
the hills fall to the waters
moss-bound rocks exist
. . . . .
dogwoods wait to bloom
they await a perfect time
time awaits ourselves
. . . . .
invisibly there
dark houses hide amid the trees
people inside smile
. . . . .
the lake is deep peace
cool waters hold mystery
mountains eternal
. . . . .
far hill have secrets
ancient spirits dwell in mist
steamyvapors rise
. . . . .
cobalt blue mountains
abode of the Great Spirit
skies are forever
. . . . .
Hot Springs, Arkansas
1990