A few haiku I wrote for the Dreams to Realities meeting this year

snow flurries drifting
weaving downward, to the ground
the man dies silent


summer evening
open fire, smoke plume drifting
lovers here to lay


leaves of red and gold
covering the lucious field
man and rake both sigh


rain drops fall silent
petals moist in the dawn light
faeries dance and sing

Penned by my hand on the 6th of Lupar, in the year 484 AF.