Haiku night

moon hides behind snow
                     wind cannot decide which way
to take flakes below

              *

how is it that Tao
       fresh from gardens sprouting up
sees also dead leaves?

              *

above unbowed head
        sky unfolds stars in pattern
laid out for our eyes

              *

when I think of Wind
                   no one knows which way it blows
when it comes again

     

Copyright 2011 by James Downs