haiku retrospective cccxxviii

steep trail
the crowns of the firs rise
into the mist

silence and space
her smile welcomes me
to the room

silent worship
haloes surround
the trees

inner light
his feet trace
the stone labyrinth

waiting on god
the swish of the string mop
on cement

quaker charades
how do you act out
“discernment?”

fading taillights
another slow tick
in god's clock

4 April 2004