One edge
hanging over the mountain--
the Milky Way


soft rustling above
the cool blue sky warms
to orange applause

lavishly released
held by the wind's cupped hands
the paintings descend

ambushed by fragrance
we freely trod upon
small masterpieces


Spiros Zafiris said...

..i see this as one poem (i know others will
see it as 3 haiku)..'tis quite
remarkable..draws one, to
read over and over..very great..


diana l. said...

Thank you, Spiros.

Beatrice V said...

I love them, as one or separately!