Mountain Cream Haikus

She lathers prickles

Sharp edged razor in bouquet

Blood drips as white snow.

Feast on her cream eyes

Butter and Maybelline charm

Curd milk in black tea. 

Stand where no one stands

Snowcapped mountain top of time

Icicle man melts. 

Sleeping bags cuddle

Zodiac stars wrapped in tent

Even snow drifts dream.

Cheese and cream coffee

Waxed whiskers and unlaced boots

Sherpas find keepsakes.

Published by Michael Sean Erickson

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

4 thoughts on “Mountain Cream Haikus

    1. I believe that they do. Soul is the anima of matter. She is the breath that gives matter movement and life. The snow soul moves (or “gives life to”) snow. We call this snow soul “wind,” but of course wind can be defined as air soul. Regardless, if soul is behind every movement or “life” in nature, and if souls do dream, then snow drifts dream. My sense is that nature is alive, and that with our eyes opened we can see the abundance of life in everything. I am not a pagan. I do not deify nature, but I can sense the hidden life in all things that otherwise seem not to be living.

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