A Haiku

Stream cuts path to sea. Sun plays on ancient rock walls. How long is ago?     David Garlick  

Waves speak, salty tongue. Winter words that sting our eyes. Why are they angry?     David Garlick  

A Haiku

Old leaves of Autumn, fly on the winds of time, to greet summer blooms.     David Garlick  

Ancient, New

Two Loons silver sea. Speckled as a pebble beach. Ancient bird, fresh scene.     David Garlick