YANKEE SUMMER So scarce, fleeting here. Bursts of green; long, golden days. Warmth not long to stay.
Tag Archives: Haiku
Nocturnal
NOCTURNAL Piercing the silence, Through the open window a Howl; nature intrudes.
Wood Sprites
WOOD SPRITES Dappling sunlight. Winding, rocky path; only Alone can I hear.
Inspiration
INSPIRATION Long walk, quiet place. With only sounds of nature, Where ideas flow.
September
SEPTEMBER WHOOSH! Plunk! What was that? That noise? In the trees? Listen… Falling crab apples!
Dusk
DUSK Music in the air, Of birds singing, chattering; The day’s last encore.
Night Sounds
NIGHT SOUNDS Night arrives with chirps, Croaks; Snapping twigs follow lone Creatures prowling. Pounce!
Autumn
AUTUMN Darkness falls gently. A smoky scent in the air. Crackling leaves burn.
Twin Flame
TWIN FLAME I sense your sadness. This I don’t believe; but still… I feel – through time, space.
Reclaimed
RECLAIMED Eruption of blood. Dark fin, seal gone; terror in Dry, would be bathers.
