Haikus

How lucky

to be a runner—

or anything at all

//

When the snow melts

and underneath it

are footprints

//

A run

like a blossom

on the branch of an old tree

//

Just running

through the hurt of life

like a falling leaf

//

Cloud of breath

in the air—

cold body on the move

//

At the end

of the long trail to fulfillment—

another run