Translucent [Haiku]

sunlight shines
 through the butterfly's wing:
  yet, it seems sluggish.

The Lake Isle of Innisfree by William Butler Yeats [w/ Audio]

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
   And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
 Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,
   And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
   Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
 There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
   And evening full of the linnet's wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
   I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
 While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
   I hear it in the deep heart's core. 

Glass River [Haiku]

the flowing river
looks still as glass, until
fallen leaf ripples.

The Frog by Hilaire Belloc [w/ Audio]

Be kind and tender to the Frog,
   And do not call him names,
 As 'Slimy skin,' or 'Polly-wog,'
   Or likewise 'Ugly James,'
 Or 'Gape-a-grin, or 'Toad-gone-wrong,'
   Or 'Billy Bandy-knees':
 The Frog is justly sensitive
   To epithets like these.
 No animal will more repay
   A treatment kind and fair;
 At least so lonely people say
   Who keep a frog (and, by the way,
 They are extremely rare).

Two-Tier World [Haiku]

the foggy valley
 looks like a depthless painting
  through fall foliage.

Tell all the truth but tell it slant — (1263) by Emily Dickinson [w/ Audio]

Tell all the truth but tell it slant --
   Success in Circuit lies
 Too bright for our infirm Delight
   The Truth's superb surprise
 As Lightning to the Children eased
   With explanation kind
The Truth must dazzle gradually
   Or every man be blind --

Fall Tenacity [Haiku]

dry and yellow,
 fall leaves hang on like a thick
  head of gray hair.

Ariel’s Song by William Shakespeare [from The Tempest]

Full fathom five thy father lies,
   Of his bones are coral made;
 Those are pearls that were his eyes:
   Nothing of him that doth fade,
 But doth suffer a sea-change
   Into something rich and strange:
 Sea nymphs hourly ring his knell.
          Ding-dong!
     Hark! Now I hear them,
          Ding-dong, bell!

NOTE: From The Tempest Act 1: Scene 2

Autumn Light [Haiku]

the sun is low,
but then it never gets high
this time of year.