Tennessee Haiku

cold water splashing
over colder stones and rocks

Tennessee morning 

sounds of the forest

smell of a campfire burning

I walk a dirt path

encroaching darkness 

the forest sounds come alive

fireflies are now seen

Monsieur Eiffel

je bon bon bon
merci beaucoup

shadows

of monsieur eiffel

on street 

stylish mademoiselle

long boots on legs

red beret on head

perfume extraordinaire 

streets like spaghetti 

I head for

bohemian area

of the city 

in my element

poets  artists 

muses

just for excitement 

I walk down

the champs de elysse

I buy some coffee

find comfortable 

concrete to sit on

the rue of

my arc of triumph 

Trail Haiku

I walk quietly 

dry leaves dance across the street 

sun shines through oak tree

see the horse’s breath

frosty morning for riding

cows softly go moo

the barn door shuts tight

down the trail into deep woods

lost to the whole world