ORCHARDS
white blossoms 'dorn the apple trees
much like a wedding gown
I watch them falling in the breeze
like pinwheels floating down
sweet snow upon the ground
STORM
the wind has circled the island
the sea has changed its course
great waves sculpting the softer sand
lambastes the shore with force
it seems without remorsebeside clinging vetch
are golden trumpets waking
lift their arms to stretch
poets wit nor feathered quill
have improved the daffodil
flowers of the sea
rainbows of the waxing tide
bright enemone
all the colors you display
dancing in a sea ballet
on a distant plane
smoke is mingling with the clouds
burning bright the cane
harvesting the sugar crops
sweetening the candy shops
Haiku by Fish Hawk