Written by Woods Haiku
In the woods I walked.
Conversation I did have.
Though nobody talked.
Snow and ice melt where the rain gathers too. This little water hole is full. For now. (Photo by 1inawesomewonder. 2024.)
On this afternoon, the wind was whipping through the trees. Then silence would fall over the scene like someone hit pause. But a tumbling leaf crashed through the hemlocks and pines, and the silence was broken by death falling to earth, to start the cycle again.