First Series

A series of haiku for the Moon Festival: 

Sere are the pastures

where the gourds and pumpkins lie

flames fall down as leaves.

Music is honey-

wine that we listen to taste

better than sipping.

This night is a gift

music and moonlight combine

to create magic.

The moon my sister

is watching my laughter ring

from up in the sky.

I have fallen for 

the rushing river water

this is how love feels.

Our candles burn gold

inside the night of winter 

love is the harvest.