incense of the rising woods

Seabeck 2015- Haiku      Lorna Cahall

incense of the rising woods
    carrying our haiku
        cathedral

bouncing suspension bridge
out of step marchers
swinging trampoline

high up crow
    kaw, kaw, kaw
tiny humans below

massive tree trunks
bright moss on the water side
the inlet glistens


windy morning
weathergrams and maple leaves
send their messages

a quiet place
I can hear my breath
and a distant frog

from the High Desert
to a sopping wet world
bones ache, my hair curls


Northwest Rain Forest
somewhere a bear
right here, a deer
wet rocks, slippery grass
tiny birds cull the brush