Haiku – Page 5

Scar

Hidden from all the passers-by
burnt by beauty’s sun
A scar for me to remember

sweeping windy night
a trace of the wilderness
sipping something sweet

Lost in the deep fog
echolalia sets in
Where is the toilet?

a hanging grey sky
peaceful and alone in bed
a book nirvana

Petrichor dreaming
a conversation with you
Ghost on my shoulder

the days grow shorter
we’ll be there on the weekend
free to dream our dreams

The last tree for sale
a successful promotion
Saw: busy at work

rain falling somewhere
the pressure of the workday
rolling in ice cream

Fishy, Fishy, Paw
Darting away from the cat
Laughter from the tank

A hanging spider
Swinging about on the web
Ready for some tea