From the window...

From the window—
dark outlines of green trees,
wispy gray fog.

The rushing of freeways

The rushing of freeways--
a small white and grey stray sneaks
past, alone. 

The Lizards and I: Two Haiku

Seeing my shadow, 
lizards flee into tall grass.
I've disturbed the peace!

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Bright sun warms grey rock--
the lizard's patterned back
blending in.

Out of inky black...

Out of grey and black,

the moon shows only most of

her smiling face.