Haiku – Page 21

Haiku: Impressions

deconstructed art
your impressions of farming
surreal cow shit

I watered the lawn
daily never expecting
many weeds to thrive.

Mum, you are over
three thousand kilometres from
a hug and some tea.

Oppressively hot,
humidity in the south,
fan, cooling, and chill.

The old-growth forest
disappearing from this land
for reflex paper

trees embody time,
humans are time in motion,
time is within us

Contorting herself
A blithe disregard for trees
Samurai movements

Pot planted flowers
grumpy at their owner’s taste
in music, singing

Another classic.
Songs playing along the road,
dying leaves moving.

Do not turn away,
see the death and destruction,
Sunflowers will bloom.