Breaths Of Pure Sorrow, Haiku Poem by Mark. A Heathcote

I reset my thoughts
spring hasn't left us far behind
now we've peach blossoms
*
breaths of pure sorrow
I'm chanting for the beauty
I'll dream tomorrow
*
the last rose in the
vicinity on which I
pricked my fingers
*
you are what balms me
when there is a deep blanket
of fresh snow and ice
*
preceding to climb
and also to fall the snow
dresses the mountains
*
a casualty
of love - the bitterest hate
I am quite snow blind
*
observing shadows
I stopped on route to rest
years disappeared
*
lengths we'll go to see
the underskirts of heaven
what an aurora
*
a winding river
rambles - a dog off the leash
it isn't coming back
*
leafy cobwebs
thoughts of yesterday's
winters at an end
*
a morning of ghosts
icy breaths on a foggy morn
what's not to love
*
sweet success
dog chasing its own tail
giddy pursuits
*
relentless cleaning
ashes to ashes - dust to dust
then literally nothing
but a sideboard of
of antique photos
*
we walk around the
lake - one hand of the clock
faster than the other
*
taking the blossoms
from all the peach trees - the wind
radiates my soul
*
TV aerials like
dragonflies find new stations
to climb and decline
*

cold moon
shades of a broken heart
somehow shinning
*

when the resin bleeds
and I'm much older than now
amber fungus gnats