Haiku (41-45)

41
the sanctuary
there reverberates the song:
Johnny, wood and green













42
the lids the lash curls
waking up, his spangled eyes
the floret blue bulbs













43
solitary soul,
an erstwhile easy weeper,
now he lives with her













44
gone on flitting wings
from birth to scythe in seconds,
colors' quiet tiers













45
errands' blistered feet
soaking in the elm-banked stream,
sore-legged Mercury