tattle in the sky ten days after the full moon the lion attacks the universe sees you float outside the airlock gentle with love the sky pours out who can say where it begins yet where it peels back Haiku contributed from Nite Rote.
the whole moon knots up when it tries to tell us a tiny truth we already know we make our harvest of gravitational waves from the worm moon see you tomorrow the moon says to the pale blue dot when gravity strains Haiku contributed from Nite Rote.
full snow moon carves space in the eye of a hurricane the sun’s tradition the wind shakes the mountains water pulls up the sky’s roots wings hold the dryad that time of day when the sun is at its weakest tries to act casual Haiku contributed from Nite Rote.
a star casts a shadow of neutrinos on the earth just to say farewell a supernova arrives holding the echos of the moon and earth Janus tilts his faces February’s denial of spring forged in the arctic Haiku contributed from Nite Rote.
the full moon unnoticed passes the entire sky when you blink the small sea reflects rays of full moonlight a whale surfaces all who share the earth face the threat of extinction from entropy’s trap Haiku contributed from Nite Rote.
the new moon spits an intention for the new year onto a hot jade stone hard to unravel yet much more difficult to weave journey into fog a smoke halo hangs utterly bare on winter up from our embers Haiku contributed from Nite Rote.
are the crows upset with us because we forgot the sky was theirs first the task of the tides is to ebb and wax to best discover the shores time flies is a crow in resurgence against tides of the universe Haiku contributed from Nite Rote.
bohemian bird brilliant in character waxes in cold sun the coppiced woodland desolate in my childhood now home for waxwings the sun whispers grow to coppiced trees that listen even in moonlight Haiku contributed from Nite Rote.
morning fog is lost to zephyrean beams of light a mountain stands still have you heard the wind from a bird of prey tell the story of wings are the crows upset with us because we forgot the sky was theirs first Haiku contributed from Nite Rote.
if the crows are out it is not really raining at all cold and stark perhaps solar rite divides long ice crystal nights into manageable sorrows earth can not fathom how sun can yet waver with such constancy Haiku contributed from Nite Rote.