Haiku – Page 11

Brewing Storm

the moody sky broods
for the clouds are full of rain,
a brewing storm comes

Red lips of beauty
move soft seductively
slow her punishing kiss

old school and mellow
summertime sadness feelings
in white lace getup

grey days blossoming
flowers awakening Spring
a Winter lament

The amber sun shines
over the still calm water
A perfect soft day

A journey we take
golden memories we make
by the tranquil lake

a naughty paw plays
with the bright blooming roses
mischief in her ways

Driving home from work
The trees have a smoker’s cough
All over the road

Walking with respect
for the trees feel the cool winds
Whispering winter

Orange, sun, Orange
Yellow, sun, Yellow, orange
Movement Rows a Field