The Big Yellow Leaf Spins Through the Silver Downpour

These are haikus from a section of poems called haiku edge in the rain mirror. The big yellow leaf spins through the silver downpour. Dark paths are the way to the light in the forest where the mountain gleams have to rain and thunder. Self-knowledge flashes like sun in a downpour. A milligram is pure gold wrapped in actions and carried to the old boat. We are the touch of silk and taste of peaches and steamed beets.