An expansion of Tuesday’s haiku, into a more developed piece.


Solitude looms high,
      alone in the canyons, silence—
   take time to listen.

Leaves rustle,
      trees whispering in the wind,
   dew drips down.

Full moon rises
   in the night sky, moonlight
      obscured by clouds.

Darkness descends,
      firelight dwindles, reduced to coals
   that crackle no more.

Eyes closed, ears open,
   experience the nothing,
      savor the all.

Drifting off to sleep.

Copyright © 2007, Steven L. Sheffield