Autumn/Winter Haiku's - 1

 

Through bare black branches
of an old peach tree I see
blossoms of sunrise.

 

Golden Autumn leaves
as Earth is slowly turning
fairylike with frost.

 

The last leaf of gold
upon our old peach tree but
the first rays of dawn.

 

An Autumn forest;
the golden sound of birdsong
falling from the trees.

 

As I remember
people who have passed away,
no birds are singing.

 

Undressed by Autumn;
under a blanket of snow,
the Earth is sleeping.