Murmuring that Creeps into the Life of a Wandering Soul, Part II

Taken on 3/30/10. Though overexposed, I like the effect.

If you follow me on Twitter or Facebook, you know that occasionally I post a haiku I've written to start my day. For me, the melody of a short wandering into nature inspires my creativity and curiosity, essential qualities when writing is the order of the day.

So, picking up where the "Murmuring that Creeps into the Life of a Wandering Soul" left off in November, here is Part II which tiptoes into, sometimes sloshes through, my journey this past autumn and winter. Each one inspired me to write, to dream, and to contemplate. I hope they do the same for you.

you cannot see me

count autumn seeds as I weave

snowflakes on the pond

can you hear the wind?

come away from the window

when gears fray my mind

I have forgotten

whispers that I did not hear

hide but do not lie

cold and innocent

when I think of our childhood

snow melts on my tongue

white blanket glistens

hear the sparkling madness cry

moonlight on the snow

hide from the sunlight

and heed the moonbeams that cry

angels in the snow

snow does not glisten

when seeds rot upon the ground

the juncos have gone

ice runs as rivers

and the sky sheds thawed tears

do not speak of spring

snow melts on maples

and tiny golden speckles

weep onto the field

I dreamed of darkness

man with painted face chased me

then I thought of you

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It’s contagious.