More haiku
Breeze blowing bushes
Between brown barns, belying
Brusque, brooding beetles.
Down by the river
I sit and watch the currents
Sweeping life along.
A harvest moon is
a friend to be welcomed with
open arms and wine.
More haiku
Breeze blowing bushes
Between brown barns, belying
Brusque, brooding beetles.
Down by the river
I sit and watch the currents
Sweeping life along.
A harvest moon is
a friend to be welcomed with
open arms and wine.
A few haiku
River undulates
Twisting from peak to valley
Sustaining all life.
Sundrops scattering
Sifting through the canopy
Melting frigid moods.
This haiku is not
Like most other haiku. It’s
still a haiku, too!
The pounding of rain
Rhythmically flicking asphalt
Washes dirt away.