Forest Fog Haikus

Hike without your shoes

Let the twigs sting your bare feet

Holiness tickles. 

Pine fog in our eyes

We paint bark with ambrosia

Praise be to ourselves. 

Footsteps in the fog

She is gone from me too soon

Etched on a dead tree. 

Follow the sparrow

Let her lead you to the dove

And then build your nest.

Pine needles on snow

Gather and stir in chalice

Wine mingled with myrrh.  

Published by Michael Sean Erickson

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

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