Three Haiku

1
Incense Burns
Still House
Snow drifts in windows
Still mind
Practice brings forth spring

2
Listen, says the Wind
Be present, says the Flame
Feed me, says the Ego

3
Rise, Scorpio moon
Second quarter half blooms
Moth clings.
Primrose leans.

See this poem on the TGL blog

Copyright 2012 by Hunter Liguore