Haiku (II)

by Elizabeth

Knob on an oak tree –

I am counting the summers

until I am old.


Moon face

I saw once on this street:

I’m forgetting the name.


One afternoon,

kneeling in the dirt –

ground as hard as lion’s tooth!


No map,

I tell my way by the stars –

who can say I’m fast asleep?



dropping its petals,

a chill setting in!