An alternate version, a bit wordier; yet perhaps more descriptive?

In winter, spring; perhaps the wonder, in beauty rising, out of all darkness.

An experiment in the monoku form.

Poem of past, and future-present.

To reach that place of stillness, peace,  I journey far; knowing all the while, that I journey back the way I came.

A little generic, perhaps. Still, it is beautiful, at least to me.

Trailing pennants: plastic bags caught in the trees beside the road; yet also maybe the Spanish moss that hangs from so many of the trees here.

A moment of transcendence I experienced once, alone in a state park of surpassing beauty-I could never convey in words what I experienced that day. Yet, I hope that this verse may at least in part, convey the wonder and joy of that moment.

In the evening, I saw amid the grass shining points of light. I do not know what these may be; but how they shined in the dying light!

The sight of all the pines extending below me down the hill, criss-crossed every which way, leaning far on their rooted anchors.

Sight of a green butterfly twirling on the currents of the air. I watched it so for as long as it remained in my sight. Then I went and wrote this verse.

There is much so, for which we may weep; yet there remains still light.

Written so, throughout the course of an hour, more or less; but I think now it is good.

Two haiku, presented flush together; so portraying the sounds of the morning, when I can get my friends to hush.

A beautiful scene, seen long ago, when flowers still grew wild on my fathers land.

A laughing moment today; set here in beauty.

A sketch, outlining my belief that nature should be left in large, unspoiled; Nature, souls sweet solace-through you, I find peace.

An old memory, flowers blooming around the edges of my grandfathers tennis court.

As is said, a fond memory, collective, of all the times I have woken in the  night to the sound of wind and rain, and fallen back to sleep, content.

a moment of beauty seen while walking swiftly to my next appointment. I  know that it does not adhere to the rule of 5 7 5, but, as you may learn, this matters not, so much as the simple rule; to be able to say all in a single breath.

Inspired so from yet another film of emotion, and final heartbreak. I understand that I must not allow grief to rule me; must not allow myself to become lost in the tragedies of life, if I would ever again come to joy in the simple moments of life's pleasure...would ever perhaps come to love, to peace...still, I must grieve, at least now. Forgive my ramblings...I am heart-sore, and tired, spent. I hope you will not judge these words too harshly; they are made in emotion, but perhaps not refined, as I should normally make them, before I let them go.

Though it may seem now that all my efforts have been in vain; that still am I prone to anger, to frustration, to depression, still I will continue on, on this path I have chosen; and one day, at paths end, I will find peace, and love.

Expression of the beauty of nature, water falling into an Autumn pool; yet perhaps comfort,  offered in the knowledge of life's eventual return, or of beauty serving to console us, in the time of life's withdrawal.

Though sight is good and beautiful, it is perhaps true that if one comes to let it go, even if only for a moment, he will see the world through new, and different eyes.

Perfect Love, the highest ideal, hangs above me, forever unattainable; yet I strive, and in doing so I am filled with awareness, and through this, peace. And so I am content in my striving, though it may bring me to tears, at times. For I am doing my best. And that is enough.

Working Title; but judge it as you will.

My first true Haiku. Treat it kindly; it is newborn yet, and still must learn to fly.