Carved in Deep

A knife in the dark, against the sides of trees,
Our love will be carved deep into the recesses of our minds.
The smooth pale bark was once clear of flaws, until the point of the dagger touched its surface.
No storm will wash away our footprints, like the water covering sandy prints on the beach.
Snow cannot even hide it for a season.
I’m not sure how long this will last, but I hope it does so forever.
For like my heart carved deep in the tree so is my love for you.

Images taken by Mizuni on the campus of Eastern University. Graphics by Mizuni.

Ripples of the Lake

Five haikus for the above image of the rippling water of the lake.

Rippling waters,
Rings growing thinner and thin.
The bank; there they end.

Silent Surfaces,
Calm waters disturbed by breath.
The wind heaves stronger.

Shadows cast by trees,
Like dark ghosts stretching forward,
The lake in darkness.

The moon round and whole,
Seen in the sky and water.
Both are welcoming.

Lapping at my feet,
The cold ripples of the lake.
They never cease here.

Images taken by Mizuni on the campus of Eastern University. Graphics by Mizuni.

Falling from the Trees

It was quiet, until the sound plopping caught my attention. Even the small breeze didn't cause much of an uproar among the leftover leaves of of autumn. Someone else was falling, and for a moment I didn't know what, until an acorn came crashing down, just missing my head. Dodging this way and that, I managed to get through unscathed just as another gust of wind blew through the tangled branches. More began to fall, even when the air was still, for sitting up on a high branch a squirrel dropped the shells. The hard covers of the acorns smacked against the asphalt as they fell, like hail only these from the trees. Finally there was cover from them. I wondered if they would get me the next time as I traveled back.

Images taken by Mizuni on the campus of Eastern University. Graphics by Mizuni.