Haiku 5

In fallow meadow,

the rust clings to the withered blade, 

a pagan embrace. 

Haiku 4

A thin latticework

of ice on the dawn windshield,

as winter descends.

Haiku 3

Falling birches roar

like a piece of missing time 

as they strike the ground.

Haiku 2

These lights are pinpoints,

trailing off into the dark,

never to return.

Haiku

I am alone in

the roaring circumference 

of twilight shadows.