Pine Whisper Haikus

Bare feet in the snow

Stained glass pines dance in fog light

Girl in chasuble. 

Trees still and silent

Then timbrels cling on branches

Wind chimes for deaf souls.

Lean on an old pine

Needles drape baby blond eyes

God walks by Moses. 

Lovers on their trails

Alone with their hearts and boots

Snow mounds look the same. 

Ashes in a pile

Poor man’s mountaintop resort

Wind lifts up debris. 

Published by Michael Sean Erickson

I write, act, and produce films in Los Angeles. Everything else is conjecture.

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