Haiku
soul-limp bloom of rose
a few more breaths kissed with dew
summer-love’s wilted
Monthly Archives: September 2018
it’s never what you think
Haiku
accidental wind
storm walks into paradise
drops; takes thoughtful breath
Listen
Haiku
autumn’s not silent
rustles chatter whispers settle
stirring winter stills
undressed
Haiku
red stars, russet rot
autumn wind comes to ruin
full-blown wonderment
darker horse required
Haiku
white riderless words
scutter across pale blue page
can’t read this wildness
stark against blue-grey sky
Haiku
branches outstretched as
sleeveless as a summer dress
gently discarded
22 September
Haiku
last day of summer
liquid light like honey; gold
sweet; temporary
It’s Looking Up
Haiku
turquoise eye of sky
set in solitaire: gold – like
god’s impartial gaze
sound like
Haiku
a word or a touch
soft as autumn leaf falling
echo echo-ing
on the balcony this morning
Haiku
liquorice feather
left on floor, no paw prints, no
dark crime, just a gift
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