the fire of haiku (8 haikus for steven gress)

twisting off:  few leaves
 rummaging through.  a lovely
 city of the God!

 2

 towards the swaying blossoms
 a pile of buildings!
 from the windless fall.

 3

 windless autumn day:
 quietly shaping, a valley
 at the mountain-bend.

 4

 only diving in
 the tiger, until the next
 diver diving in.

 5

 mirrowred by the falls;
 into the rock-shadow--
 rock.  windless autumn day.

 6

 a few lights appear,
 within  this shallow morning,
 lulling me to sigh.

 7

 blowing off,  the coulds
 reflect half the sun, wishing:
 the clouds, clouds, sun, sun.

 8

 in the cold sky, snow
 dance, falling....from one blade to
 one flake.  i'll make fire!

©anna laurencio /2014