Haiku With Photo

THIS TREE IS NOT YOUNG

MANY LOVERS HAVE SCARRED HER

BUT SHE SITS AND HOPES

LEAVES TURN TO AMBER.

SOFTLY THEY FALL. AND ALMOST

NAKED, THE TREES BLUSH

SILKY, SHINY, CALM

I LOSE MYSELF IN RIPPLES

THAT SPEAK TO MY SOUL

THIS BIG, BAD, MEAN, GUY

SAT IN FRONT OF ME AND CRIED

SAID, "I'M SO LONELY".

A NANTUCKET BOAT

LONGINGLY LOOKING TO SEA

ACHING TO GO HOME

TREES LIVE MANY YEARS

THEY TAKE TIME WHEN MAKING LOVE

AND, THEY ARE QUIET