haiku – Page 10

The Fence

Unkempt grass and weeds

the gothic fence stays hidden

Ghosts of flowers sway

the moonlit garden

cupping a handful of stars

sitting on the lounge

Feet in the corner

My ghosts sit in the cold spot

Haunting my workday

A bitter Winter

They offer a small discount

Selling all the trees

A crisp, lush midday

your music mix makes me move

to find the coffee

Lost in morning fog

the headlights give me away

Fresh wind on my face

red dirt on the shed
scorching heat turns to thunder
a heavy rain rinse

dew drop rose petals
bees buzz for the sweet nectar
naps in the roses

Watery windscreen
A deserted dark fall drive
Freedom at the wheel

As the season ends
I think about the kisses
you place upon me