Haiku About First Snow Flakes: Autumn's First

Nature's pure, white veil
First snowflakes, floating, dancing
Tree trunks shivering

The beauty of nature is coupled with the transition in weather.

Fond Memories: What Do They Really Remember?

Fond memories
Linger in their hearts and minds.
Words no longer come to them,
Or if they do,
They are indistinct, incomplete
Or cannot be expressed,
Meaningless to anyone
But themselves.
For most,
A long, dedicated life
Filled with love
Expressed in its fullness.
Lives well lived,
Now being relived,
At least momentarily.
Vague recollections of yesteryear,
An inaccessible treasury of
Fleeting joy and sorrow.
Their soft, pale skin,
Wrinkled faces, silvery-white hair;
The glow in their eyes,
Reveals fond memories
Still alive in their hearts.
Their smiles reflecting
An inner quietness,
A blessed peacefulness
Words cannot express.
What do they really remember?
Perhaps no one will ever know.

Fond memories can still fill the hearts and minds of those with memory loss.

Flaws and All: The Beckoning Call

Feathery, pure, white snowflakes
Fluttering to frozen ground,
Landing like young butterflies,
With never even one sound.

Sparkling, foam tipped, sheer waves
So gently bowed right o'er,
Rhythmically rolling steadily
Towards yon sandy shore.

Busy, red-headed woodpeckers
Hammering at wrinkled trunks;
Forests, fields, rickety fences
Hiding the deer and skunks.

Knuckles of a gnarled oak tree
To be harvested, as a log.
A ghostly masked, dark sunset
Wearing a dense robe of fog.

Majestic, shiny, glacier peaks,
Snow melting with icy drops.
Early morning sun reveals
Smog's veil that never stops.

Ancient log houses, barns and sheds,
Too many worn out farms.
New signs of global warming,
Both young and old alarms.

Oil spills that begin to clog
The water pipes and drains.
Greed and graft continuing, 
Fear and terror reigns.

We can all claim ownership.
The universe is ours,
The earth, sun and the moon,
Along with all the stars.

Complete, imperfect, yes they are,
Yet loved for all their worth,
Beautiful and not beautiful,
All longing for re-birth.

Such is the world we live in
Complete with flaws and all,
Thus too, responsibility,
So, heed the beckoning call.

The beautiful and the not beautiful are both our responsibility.

Hiaku About the Man in the Moon: Man-child

Forever man-child,
The man in the moon winking
Is nature's mischief.

Who is the man in the moon? No one really knows for certain.

Sijo About Decorating the Christmas Tree: Christmas Tree Dilema

A dilemma, real tree or artificial? Which shall it be?  
Tree decorations, large or small? Something that could beautify all?
I know. A Christmas tree that can be planted in the garden.

The choice of an environment-friendly Christmas tree can please everyone.

Sijo About Holiday Shopping: The Perfect Gift

The joy of holiday shopping, children's laughter, Christmas presents,
Sales, bargains and the inevitable question of what to buy;
Music, the timeless quest for the perfect gift is resolved

The quest for the perfect gift is often resolved with music.

Do You Really Believe That? Spiritual Blessing

"I saw an angel,"
The man stated in sign language.

"He has a history of mental illness,
Schizophrenia," said another.
"His sign language was garbled,
Did not make sense."
"How did he ever get past security?"
"He never should have been allowed on stage."
"He is an embarrassment to the country."

Or is he?

"I saw an angel."
"I am sorry."

Sorry for seeing an angel?
Sorry for being momentarily overwhelmed?

Angels have appeared to man
Since the beginning of humankind.

One man seeing an angel may be a sign of spiritual blessing for a nation.