Haiku: ‘45

Red cardinals flutter, a vibrant spry 

The rosy petals of a blooming rose 

A wildfire dances the sky 

Crimson strawberries sundry groves  

Raindrops on my windshield, a nocturnal symmetry,
Headlights carve through the darkness - black bear trinity.
Lost in reverie, like race cars through thunder’s track,
Will I ever go back there? Back?