Conformity rules, It may be said. But how dull Is life, with no spice?
Tag Archives: Haiku
Crisp
Quick intake of breath. Crunching footfalls, leaves like rain. Riot of color.
Last Breath
The air turns colder. Deceptive bursts of color, Gone soon to slumber.
Secrets
A racoon sleeps here, A deer often grazes there, Let them be, don’t share.
Veil
In the rain and wind, it seems a transparent wall sways; the other side?
Dormant
Old feelings have died. Quiet; Until a stolen touch. Will they reignite?
Wonderland
Snow in the city, Mostly messy; but for a moment – glorious.
Gray
Gray day – dull, muted. Brown lifeless leaves, scattering. Earth ready to sleep.
Fall
From towering limbs They drop, gently floating down – Coloring the sky.
Flock
Black bodies pulsing, Pecking; An ominous sign? A murder most fowl?
