I find this haiku posted over at One Writer Ranting to be strangle soothing as I try to slip back into my own daily writing routine.
at the forest’s edgetense tawny legs, large eyessilent and still
the midnight air whispers
nightly drafts nip me I want to be warm again at peace in the dark
faint shapes and shadows the world is a watermark becoming a stain
the morning shimmer holding the world silent, still in its ghostly grip
snowfall in the woods the silence stretches out in all directions
quiet wooded path dried leaves patter as they fall crunch under my steps