A bunch of Haiku's

By: Greg Scaffidi

The sunlight trickled

through the high, yellow-green leaves

above the forest floor

Water gushed quickly

from the highest mountain peaks

into small clear pools

shut up and listen

I am sick of all your noise

be still, keep quiet

Kelly was sleeping

Emily, talking with hands

both distracted class

White clouds in the sky,

their soft shapes ever changing

bring warmth to your heart

Howling winds blow south

bringing voices of lost souls

to sing their sad songs