3 Haikus || An Oblation of Things

Beneath the red eaves
a spider’s-web sail unfurls
leeward, boughs bending

Moss shimmers silver
old Sol sets in the branches’
autumn silhouette

I lie under leaves
the sanctuary above
earthen priest below

Haiku II

roam the twilit road
lined with juniper halos
ever-gold porchlight

Haiku I

the sun rises thrice
through the rhododendron tree
city of windows