haiku – Page 9

Untitled Haiku

within the deep dark
hold on to the thoughts of moss
tingly arctic feet

Compose the colours

of a winter symphony

to end a grey day

a winter grey day
knit the season into a
cloud-covered jumper

the last of the leaves
to seethe at the sight of love
leaving love alone

The receding stars

Born into the world fresh, whole

Slowly fragmenting

cold winds whisper thoughts

divide people with money

some smile, others freeze

The moon hides away

we pass fluorescent Lichen

covering the trees

Whispers on the wind
a stall calls me, come over
The Clairvoyant smiles

Grey moss-covered day

the chilly aer touches me

Green wintry feels come

Melting frost, Sunny

the vine curls towards the sun

Dew drops are falling