A strand of Haiku

I

like a rusted gate
a stuborn mind will not budge
will never open

II

a synaptic crack
a chemical lightning strike
a cerebral storm

III

unspoken haiku -
words askew - image broken
so many lost thoughts

IV

sunlight streaming through
air as clear as spring water
casting no shadows

V

time to meditate
to discard the mind's debris -
clear inner vision

VI

a single thin thread
floating on the morning wind
breaks free from the web

VII

the windy river
of autumn washes away
all the falling leaves

VIII

a green uprising
of grass, weaving the sunlight
sings in the meadow

IX

a handful of coins
forgotten in a pocket
a small fortune found

X

inside the doorway
a pair of muddy shoes
on the welcome mat

XI

a woolen mitten
spacious and luxurios
next to a gove

XII