winter light . . . 
too much clarity
to be a dream

the crow
on the fence rail . . .
do you know me?

awakened
by her breathing...
or the wind?

sun break . . . 
the moment          
gone

a dream?      
no source of the light
walking in fog

Terry Busch has been writing short poetry since 1973. Now he lives in Washington State and writes haiku as well as other poetry. He is inspired by his close relationship to nature.