haiku – Page 23

Haiku: Infamy

The history books,
they tell of your infamy;
you destroyed the trees.

Burning summer sun,
birds shit over the house, grass.
The flies laugh at me.

A place of our own
where we can be together.
Our haven, our home.

casual exchange
under the old red gum tree
the memory fades

Echoes of this land
blood, bone and broken dreaming
A song we know plays

Cereal be gone!
Honey no longer needed,
cakey for breakfast.

wanting cake right now
sucking dough off the beater
finding a small tin

Blooming sweet nectar
Summertime garden party
Strawberry Sunshine

Sorting through letters
once trees, the paper holds our
distant memories

Cherry blossom dream
feeling the flakes of snow fall
back in the office