__ My imagination opened an old slant top desk; the pen, the paper, an empty inkwell. _m

this old nib
dreams a new verse
empty well

Thanks (for) giving... my friends, I offer good holiday wishes to you all_! 
__ Over the barber shop floor, I can't wait 'til I step on my freshly cut hair and feel the youth... of tomorrow's haircut_! Smiles_!  _m

old men step
over their fresh cut hair
young boys
 

Departure 21

A leaf falls
And settles into
The fallen.

Brewing...
Through calm and storm,
Seasons steep

This tea
_that feeds the trees
___from which it came,
_____follows an infinite purpose;

More leaves fall.

__ Soon Thanksgiving will be with us; in giving thanks we must all light our candle,  in union.  _m

snow flake
as we light our candle
one match

__ This, my recent comment at Isabella Kramer's artistic/haiku blog, Veredit.

I envision each morning... as a sip from life's cup.

another sip
of this morning's sun
a full cup

_m
 

__ Gulls circled, seeming to search for a proper place to set down; this, a long ago overlook at Schoodic Point, Maine.   _m

low fog
veils this granite shoreline
herring gulls